He was weak, and I was strong—then—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

He was weak, and I was strong—then—

190

He was weak, and I was strong—then—

So He let me lead him in—

I was weak, and He was strong then—

So I let him lead me—Home.

’Twasn’t far—the door was near—

’Twasn’t dark—for He went—too—

’Twasn’t loud, for He said nought—

That was all I cared to know.

Day knocked—and we must part—

Neither—was strongest—now—

He strove—and I strove—too—

We didn’t do it—tho’!

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Love XXVIII. a charm invests a face

XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.

In Rags Mysterious as These

117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.

Love XIV. I’m ceded, I ’ve stopped being theirs (508)

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,

Publication

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

The Robin for the Crumb

864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.

I pay—in Satin Cash—

402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—

I’M

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack

909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—

Autumn—overlooked my Knitting—

748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—

We Grow Accustomed to the Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life—

731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—

The Savior Must Have Been a Docile Gentleman (1487)

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem

399 a House upon the Height

A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—

If Nature Smiles - the Mother Must

If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?

I Gained It So

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

Emily Dickinson