#AmericanWriters
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—