He ate and drank the precious Words, par Emily Dickinson

He ate and drank the precious Words

He ate and drank the precious Words—

His Spirit grew robust—

He knew no more that he was poor,

Nor that his frame was Dust—

He danced along the dingy Days

And this Bequest of Wings

Was but a Book—What Liberty

A loosened spirit brings—

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—

273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—

212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.

970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—

XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—