#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
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.
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside