How the Waters Closed Above Him, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

How the Waters Closed Above Him

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How the Waters closed above Him

We shall never know—

How He stretched His Anguish to us

That—is covered too—

Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies

Bold above the Boy

Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket

Sum the History—

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466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—

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859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

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531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

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201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!

601 a still – Volcano – Life –

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183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

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Life XXXIX. I meant to have but modest needs

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How the Waters Closed Above Him

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