At least—to pray—is left—is left, by Emily Dickinson

At least—to pray—is left—is left

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At least—to pray—is left—is left—

Oh Jesus—in the Air—

I know not which thy chamber is—

I’m knocking—everywhere—

Thou settest Earthquake in the South—

And Maelstrom, in the Sea—

Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth—

Hast thou no Arm for Me?

My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me

Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!

Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology

546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—

675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws

384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar

225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face

172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!