#AmericanWriters
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—