#AmericanWriters
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always