I Breathed Enough to Learn the Trick,, por Emily Dickinson

I Breathed Enough to Learn the Trick,

I breathed enough to learn the trick,

And now, removed from air,

I simulate the breath so well,

That one, to be quite sure

The lungs are stirless, must descend

Among the cunning cells,

And touch the pantomime himself.

How cool the bellows feels!

540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—

I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,

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

156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

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