#AmericanWriters
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me