199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look

889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—