#AmericanWriters
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars