#AmericanWriters
553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only… How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.