#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
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…
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
