#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
