#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
‘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
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
