#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
