US poet.
She was a reclusive stylist who combined spare lyricism with unorthodox diction.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
""Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tunes without the words -- And never stops --at all --."
""Faith" is a fine invention When Gentleman can see -- But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency"
"'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!"
Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.