#AmericanWriters
238 Kill your Balm’—and its Odors ble… Bare your Jessamine’—to the storm… And she will fling her maddest per… Haply’—your Summer night to Charm…
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -