#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
