#AmericanWriters
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,