A Little Snow Was Here and There, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Little Snow Was Here and There

A little Snow was here and there

Disseminated in her Hair -

Since she and I had met and played

Decade had gathered to Decade -

But Time had added not obtained

Impregnable the Rose

For summer too indelible

Too obdurate for Snows -

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While It Is Alive

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

Love XXV. Wild nights! Wild nights! (249)

XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!

Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure

846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—

If Recollecting Were Forgetting

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

I’M the Little “Heart’s Ease”

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

Morning is the Place for Dew

197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!

One Day Is There of the Series

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

Love I. Mine by the right of the white election!

MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!

I rose—because He sank—

616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.

Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—Houses

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

I Would Distil a Cup

16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!

Adrift! a Little Boat Adrift!

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

If I’m lost—now

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

Nature LXII. a drop fell on the apple tree (794)

LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.

The Morning After Woe

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

Emily Dickinson