A Lady red—amid the Hill, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Lady red—amid the Hill

Her annual secret keeps!

A Lady white, within the Field

In placid Lily sleeps!

The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms—

Sweep vale—and hill—and tree!

Prithee, My pretty Housewives!

Who may expected be?

The Neighbors do not yet suspect!

The Woods exchange a smile!

Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird—

In such a little while!

And yet, how still the Landscape stands!

How nonchalant the Hedge!

As if the “Resurrection”

Were nothing very strange!

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I would not paint—a picture (348)

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

The Judge Is Like the Owl

699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits,

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

A Sickness of This World It Most Occasions

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

Life XXXVIII. Through the straight pass of suffering

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

This was a Poet (448)

This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species

I shall know why—when Time is over—

193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

The Feet of People Walking Home

7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—

Could I—then—shut the door—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

What is – “Paradise” –

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

After Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes

After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—

Presentiment Is That Long Shadow on the Lawn

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

The Daisy Follows Soft the Sun

106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—

I Could Not Prove the Years Had Feet

563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—

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A Lady red—amid the Hill

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