| Description |
105 pages ; 18 cm |
| Note |
"This edition is only available for distribution through the school market." |
| Summary |
A collection of poems by an outstanding 19th-century American poet whose works were published posthumously. |
| Contents |
I'm nobody! Who are you? -- Way I read a letter's this -- To make a prairie it takes a clover -- Water is taught by thirst -- Soul selects her own society -- Something in a summer's day -- If what we could were what we would -- For Death,-or rather -- If recollecting were forgetting -- I send two Sunsets -- I had been hungry all the years - Each that we lose takes part of us -- Mountain sat upon the plain -- It was not death, for I stood up -- I reason, earth is short -- Love reckons by itself alone -- Body grows outside, -- Door just opened on a street -- Bee is not afraid of me -- How happy is the little stone -- Surgeons must be very careful -- Cricket sang -- Word is dead -- There is a word -- Bustle in a house -- Thought went up my mind today -- There came a wind like a bugle -- I died for beauty, but was scarce -- I think that the root of the Wind is Water -- It tossed and tossed, -- My life closed twice before its close -- Nature rarer uses yellow -- Is bliss, the, such abyss -- She sweeps with many-colored brooms -- We learn in the retreating -- No rack can torture me -- So set its sun in thee -- Clock stopped-not the mantel's -- Some things that fly there be, -- Perception of an -- Bird came down the walk -- I've got arrow here -- Adventure most unto itself -- I never hear the word "escape" -- There is another Loneliness -- You've seen balloons set, haven't you? -- It's like the light, -- As imperceptibly as grief -- Softened by Time's consummate plush -- Long sigh of the Frog -- Before I got my eye put out -- What if I say I shall not wait? -- To tell the beauty would decrease -- I started early, took my dog -- Give little anguish -- I years had been from home -- Mine enemy is growing old, -- Remembrance has a rear and front, -- I measure every grief I meet -- Pain has an element of blank -- Apparently with no surprise -- At half-past three a single bird -- My river runs to thee -- Last night that she lived -- Sun kept setting, setting still -- Murmuring of bees has ceased -- If I can stop one heart from breaking -- Narrow fellow in the grass -- There's a certain slant of light -- Toad can die of light! -- Low at my problem bending -- I gained it so -- My Wheel is in the dark, -- Much madness is divinest sense -- Soul unto itself -- Her Grace is all she has -- I felt a funeral in my brain -- Wild nights! Wild nights! -- Not any sunny tone -- Soul's superior instants -- Death-blow is a life-blow to some -- You cannot put a fire out -- It dropped so low in my regard -- Love is anterior to life -- Of all the sounds despatched abroad -- Precious, mouldering pleasure 'tis -- This world is not conclusion -- That Love is all there is -- I felt a cleavage in my mind -- Except the heaven had come so near -- Exultation is the going -- Brain is wider that the sky -- Everywhere of silver -- Could I but ride indefinite -- Moon was but a chin of gold -- Not knowing when the dawn will come -- I dreaded that first robin so -- Of bronze and blaze -- At last to be identified! -- To lose one' faith surpasses -- We play at paste -- Rat is the concisest tenant -- Superiority to fate -- Just lost when I was saved! -- Those final Creatures,-who they are -- I have no life but this. |
| Subject |
American poetry.
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Children's poetry, American.
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| Added Author |
Mesmer, Edric
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Wolff, Virginia Euwer, 1937-
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| ISBN |
0439403235 |
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9780439403238 |
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0439295769 |
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9780439295765 |
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