#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
