#AmericanWriters
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
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
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—