#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
