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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

As Frost Is Best Conceived

951
 
As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result—
Affliction is inferred
By subsequent effect—
 
If when the sun reveal,
The Garden keep the Gash—
If as the Days resume
The wilted countenance
 
Cannot correct the crease
Or counteract the stain—
Presumption is Vitality
Was somewhere put in twain.

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Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...
An autopsy, by Enrique Simonet Lombardo
Surgeons Must Be Very Careful

108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
 2
My Friend Attacks my Friend!

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you—

238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
 1
A Burdock—clawed my Gown—

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
Unit, Like Death, for Whom?

408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
 1
Whether my Bark Went Down at Sea

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
Of Yellow was the outer Sky

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
His voice decrepit was with Joy

His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
So Set Its Sun in Thee

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
Life XXII. I had no time to hate (478)

XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Why Make It Doubt’it Hurts It So

462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
I Would Distil a Cup

16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
 1
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection!

Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
 1
My Eye Is Fuller Than my Vase

202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
Renunciation

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—



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