#AmericanWriters
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—