#AmericanWriters
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—