#AmericanWriters
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —