#AmericanWriters
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—