#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
