#AmericanWriters
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…