#AmericanWriters
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew