Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles, por Emily Dickinson

Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles

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Her smile was shaped like other smiles—

The Dimples ran along—

And still it hurt you, as some Bird

Did hoist herself, to sing,

Then recollect a Ball, she got—

And hold upon the Twig,

Convulsive, while the Music broke—

Like Beads—among the Bog—

699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—

’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme

925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.

338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—

974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

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

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—