#AmericanWriters
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
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
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—