#AmericanWriters
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -