A Man May Make a Remark, di Emily Dickinson

A Man May Make a Remark

952

A Man may make a Remark—

In itself—a quiet thing

That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark

In dormant nature—lain—

Let us deport—with skill—

Let us discourse—with care—

Powder exists in Charcoal—

Before it exists in Fire.

765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot

810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—

990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—

XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—