#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
