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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Wind That Rose

A Wind that rose
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
Beyond the Realm of Bird -
A Wind that woke a lone Delight
Like Separation’s Swell
Restored in Arctic Confidence
To the Invisible -

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Autres oeuvres par Emily Dickinson...
Life II. Our share of night to bear (113)

II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
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A Loss of Something Ever Felt I

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
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.
Size circumscribes—it has no room

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
Not any sunny tone

Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
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We Miss Her, Not Because We See

993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Her Sweet Weight on my Heart a Night

518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
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I Cautious, Scanned my Little Life

178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
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Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
Life III. Soul, wilt thou toss again? (139)

III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
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The Starry Night, by Vincent van Gogh
Life CXXVI. The brain is wider than the sky (632)

THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
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It Was a Grave, Yet Bore No Stone

876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
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Nature XIX. I started early, took my dog (520)

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
We see—Comparatively—

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—



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