#AmericanWriters
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.