I like the freedom with which she writes; she is very image oriented at times. But there is almost a sense of free joy in her poems as well…
XVIII
"Come slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars-enters,
And is lost in balms!"
I also really enjoy the succinct quality to some of her poems. This is one poem I particularly love, sometimes I remember it by heart (no pun intended).
XXXVII
"Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath."
The insight in her words is a gift...
CXXXVI
"I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,--
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience."
