#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
