Exultation Is the Going, por Emily Dickinson

Exultation Is the Going

Exultation is the going

Of an inland soul to sea,

Past the houses—past the headlands—

Into deep Eternity—

Bred as we, among the mountains,

Can the sailor understand

The divine intoxication

Of the first league out from land?

207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—

826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—

Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper

LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity

142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns

752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

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