#AmericanWriters
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
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
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
348 I would not paint — a picture — I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell — delicious — on —
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.