#AmericanWriters
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
816 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.
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
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.
