#AmericanWriters
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday