Love XLIX. We outgrow love like other things (887), di Emily Dickinson

Love XLIX. We outgrow love like other things (887)

XLIX

WE outgrow love like other things

And put it in the drawer,

Till it an antique fashion shows

Like costumes grandsires wore.

Analisi

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back

LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault

The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.

593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—

We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect