#AmericanWriters
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
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—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old