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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

His Feet Are Shod With Gauze

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His Feet are shod with Gauze—
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
 
His Labor is a Chant—
His Idleness—a Tune—
Oh, for a Bee’s experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!

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Bruno G.
Otras obras de Emily Dickinson...
work for Immortality

406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
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Her Breast Is Fit for Pearls

84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
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As If I Asked a Common Alms

323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
I Breathed Enough to Learn the Trick,

I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
A first Mute Coming

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
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One Dignity Delays for All

98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
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Much Madness Is Divinest Sense

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -
Out of Sight? What of That?

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
From Blank to Blank

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
No matter—now—Sweet—

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
I Fear a Man of Frugal Speech

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
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If Ever the Lid Gets Off my Head

If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
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The Chemical Conviction

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
You Cannot Put a Fire Out

530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—



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