#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
