#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
