A Slash of Blue, par Emily Dickinson

A Slash of Blue

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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.

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

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

868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.

1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?

469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—

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

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step

10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.