#AmericanWriters
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
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,
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
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 -
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.