A Slash of Blue, di Emily Dickinson

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.

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When Night Is Almost Done

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

I Bet With Every Wind That Blew

I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -

I Am Ashamed’i Hide

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles

514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,

I Haven’T Told my Garden Yet

50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—

It sounded as if the Streets were running

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

STEP lightly on this narrow spot

STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told

I Know Lives, I Could Miss

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

Sown in Dishonor

62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself

From Blank to Blank

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

I Know That He Exists

338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.

Poor Little Heart!

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

None Can Experience Sting

771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—

They Called Me to the Window, For

628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—

This—is the land—the Sunset washes—

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

Emily Dickinson

A Slash of Blue

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