Departed to the Judgment,, par Emily Dickinson

Departed to the Judgment,

Departed to the judgment,

A mighty afternoon;

Great clouds like ushers leaning,

Creation looking on.

The flesh surrendered, cancelled

The bodiless begun;

Two worlds, like audiences, disperse

And leave the soul alone.

387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

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

The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

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

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—

No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost

Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor