Denial—is the only fact, by Emily Dickinson

Denial—is the only fact

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Denial—is the only fact

Perceived by the Denied—

Whose Will—a numb significance—

The Day the Heaven died—

And all the Earth strove common round—

Without Delight, or Beam—

What Comfort was it Wisdom—was—

The spoiler of Our Home?

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60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal

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

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

A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—

92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!

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

LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.

743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—