#AmericanWriters
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—