#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
