#AmericanWriters
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…