God is a distant—stately Lover—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

God is a distant—stately Lover—

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God is a distant—stately Lover—

Woos, as He states us—by His Son—

Verily, a Vicarious Courtship—

“Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were such an One—

But, lest the Soul—like fair “Priscilla”

Choose the Envoy—and spurn the Groom—

Vouches, with hyperbolic archness—

“Miles”, and “John Alden” were Synonym—

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In This Short Life

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

Severer Service of Myself

786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—

Bee! I’M Expecting You!

1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—

I Saw the Wind Within Her

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I’Ve Heard an Organ Talk, Sometimes

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I’ve Seen a Dying Eye

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As Everywhere of Silver

884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.

Our Little Kinsmen’—after Rain

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Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared

73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!

I Felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,

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To Fill a Gap

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God is a distant—stately Lover—

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