I am afraid to own a Body, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I am afraid to own a Body

I am afraid to own a Body -

I am afraid to own a Soul -

Profound– precarious Property –

Possession, not optional -

Double Estate - entailed at pleasure

Upon an unsuspecting Heir -

Duke in a moment of Deathlessness

And God, for a Frontier.

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If Anybody’s Friend Be Dead

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

“Faith” Is a Fine Invention

185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

Unable Are the Loved to Die

809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die

The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

87 a darting fear—a pomp—a tear

A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

There Is a Flower That Bees Prefer

380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—

Put Up my Lute!

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…

Me! Come! my Dazzled Face

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

My Life Closed Twice

My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive

A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart—

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—

I Felt a Cleaving in my Mind

I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…

Had we our senses

Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—

If all the griefs I am to have

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

I Started Early - Took my Dog

I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…

It Bloomed and Dropt, a Single Noon

978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead

Emily Dickinson