#AmericanWriters
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?