#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
