#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
