#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—