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When trouble comes your soul to tr… You love the friend who just “stan… Perhaps there’s nothing he can do’ The thing is strictly up to you; For there are troubles all your ow…
This plot of ground facing the waters of this inlet is dedicated to the living presenc… Emily Dickinson Wellcome who was born in England; married;
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which
beauty is a shell from the sea where she rules triumphant till love has had its way with her scallops and
Pour the wine bridegroom where before you the bride is enthroned her hair loose at her temples a head of ripe wheat is on
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband’s… I pass solitary in my car. Then again she comes to the curb
I lie here thinking of you:—— the stain of love is upon the world! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves,
The over-all picture is winter icy mountains in the background the return from the hunt it is toward evening from the left
They tell me on the morrow I must… This winter eyrie for a southern f… And truth to tell I tremble with… At thought of such unheralded repr… E’er have I known December in a w…
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks… her dress in a strange bedroom— feels the autumn
The birches are mad with green poi… the wood’s edge is burning with th… burning, seething—No, no, no. The birches are opening their leav… by one. Their delicate leaves unfo…
There were some dirty plates and a glass of milk beside her on a small table near the rank, disheveled bed— Wrinkled and nearly blind
In the flashes and black shadows of July the days, locked in each other’s a… seem still so that squirrels and colored bird…
ALL those treasures that lie in t… Mightier than the room of the star… All those treasures—I hold them i… Against the sides and the lid and… Crying that there is no sun come a…