(204) a slash of Blue, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

(204) a slash of Blue

A slash of Blue—

A sweep of Gray—

Some scarlet patches on the way,

Compose an Evening Sky—

A little purple—slipped between—

Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—

A Wave of Gold—

A Bank of Day—

This just makes out the Morning Sky.

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As Watchers Hang Upon the East

121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet

I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,

He Strained my Faith

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

We Play at Paste,

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

We Should Not Mind So Small a Flower

81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.

Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”

None Can Experience Sting

771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—

Over the Fence

251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—

One Anguish—in a Crowd—

565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds

To Love Thee Year by Year

434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,

’Twas Like a Maelstrom, With a Notch

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

I Never Lost as Much But Twice

49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!

754 my Life had stood—a Loaded Gun

My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

I Bet With Every Wind That Blew

I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -

Emily Dickinson