Experience Is the Angled Road, por Emily Dickinson

Experience Is the Angled Road

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Experience is the Angled Road

Preferred against the Mind

By—Paradox—the Mind itself—

Presuming it to lead

Quite Opposite—How Complicate

The Discipline of Man—

Compelling Him to Choose Himself

His Preappointed Pain—

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—

A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—

217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?

175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—

335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—

’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave

62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself

Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—