Poetessa, nato venerdì 10 dicembre 1830 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America), morto sabato 15 maggio 1886 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America)
The Black Berry - wears a Thorn in his side - But no Man heard Him cry - He offers His Berry, just the same To Partridge - and to Boy - He sometimes holds upon the Fence - Or struggles to a Tree - Or clasps a Rock, with both His Hands - But not for Sympathy -
We - tell a Hurt - to cool it - This Mourner - to the Sky A little further reaches - instead - Brave Black Berry.
One Crucifixion is recorded - only - How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics - Or History - One Calvary - exhibited to Stranger - As many be As Persons - or Peninsulas - Gethsemane -
Is but a Province - in the Being's Centre - Judea - For Journey - or Crusade's Achieving - Too near -
Our Lord - indeed - made Compound Witness - And yet - There's newer - nearer Crucifixion Than That.
An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye - Of Territory - Color - Circumference - Decay - It's Amber Revelation Exhilirate - Debase - Omnipotence inspection Of Our inferior face -
And when the solemn features Confirm - in Victory - We start - as if detected In Immortality.
There is a Shame of Nobleness - Confronting Sudden Pelf - A finer Shame of Extasy - Convicted of Itself - A best Disgrace - a Brave Man feels - Acknowledged - of the Brave - One More - "Ye Blessed" - to be told - But this - involves the Grave.
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind; A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home with me, my friend; My parlor is of shriven glass, My pantry has a fish For every palate in the Year", - To this revolting bliss The object floating at his side Made no distinct reply.
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her Can human nature not proceed Without a listener?
Admonished by her buckled lips Let every prater be The only secret neighbors keep Is Immortality.
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, And associates with a fan While her father abuts the tempest And abridges the rain. The former assists a siren In her serene display; But her father is borne and honored, And borrowed to this day.
The most important population Unnoticed dwell. They have a heaven each instant Not any hell. Their names, unless you know them, 'There useless tell. Of bumble bees and other nations The grass is full.
The mob within the heart Police cannot suppress The riot given at the first Is authorized as peace Uncertified of scene Or signified of sound But growing like a hurricane In a congenial ground.
The joy that has no stem nor core, Nor seed that we can sow, Is edible to longing, But ablative to show. By fundamental palates Those products are preferred Impregnable to transit And patented by pod.