#AmericanWriters
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—