#AmericanWriters
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
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…
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—