#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
