the prowling Bee

Autumn — overlooked my Knitting — Dyes — said He — have I — Could disparage a Flamingo — Show Me them — said I — Cochineal — I chose — for d...

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 tha...

I sometimes drop it, for a Quick – The Thought to be alive – Anonymous Delight to know – And Madder – to conceive – Consoles a Wo so monstro...

Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men Wiser Men may weary— But the Man within Never knew Satiet...

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue— The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes— Just Sunrise— Lest Day— D...

Remorse — is Memory — awake — Her Parties all astir — A Presence of Departed Acts — At window — and at Door — Its Past — set down before the...

The Birds reported from the South — A News express to Me — A spicy Charge, My little Posts — But I am deaf — Today — The Flowers — appealed ...

The Grace—Myself—might not obtain— Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—      - FR779, J707, Fascicle 37,...