#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
