#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
