#AmericanWriters
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.