#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—