A Word dropped careless on a Page, di Emily Dickinson

A Word dropped careless on a Page

May stimulate an eye

When folded in perpetual seam

The Wrinkled Maker lie

Infection in the sentence breeds

We may inhale Despair

At distances of Centuries

From the Malaria -

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610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.

474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—

832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

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

222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…

591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow

578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—

271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—

XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;