Death Is Potential to That Man, par Emily Dickinson

Death Is Potential to That Man

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Death is potential to that Man

Who dies—and to his friend—

Beyond that—unconspicuous

To Anyone but God—

Of these Two—God remembers

The longest—for the friend—

Is integral—and therefore

Itself dissolved—of God—

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.

How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend

537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—

113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.