A Bird, came down the Walk
‘Faith’ is a fine invention
Forever – is composed of Nows —
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263)
They shut me up in Prose
This is my letter to the World
This World is not Conclusion
[Untitled- Split the Lark]
Wild nights - Wild nights!