#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
