#AmericanWriters
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.