#AmericanWriters
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
Rearrange a 'Wife’s’ affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.