As by the Dead We Love to Sit, di Emily Dickinson

As by the Dead We Love to Sit

As by the dead we love to sit,

Become so wondrous dear—

As for the lost we grapple

Tho’ all the rest are here—

In broken mathematics

We estimate our prize

Vast—in its fading ration

To our penurious eyes!

17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.

112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,

Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!

251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—

275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?