I could die—to know, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I could die—to know

570

I could die—to know—

’Tis a trifling knowledge—

News-Boys salute the Door—

Carts—joggle by—

Morning’s bold face—stares in the window—

Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly—

Houses hunch the House

With their Brick Shoulders—

Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near—

To the very Square—His foot is passing—

Possibly, this moment—

While I—dream—Here—

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The Trees like Tassels—hit—and swung—

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September’s Baccalaureate

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I cried at Pity—not at Pain—

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

If Pain for Peace Prepares

63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

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The Notice that is called the Spring

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

Superfluous Were the Sun

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

Between My Country—and the Others—

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

We Learned the Whole of Love

568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—

If He dissolve – then – there is nothing – more –

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

“Arcturus” is his other name—

70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!

My Reward for Being, Was This

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

We Do Not Play on Graves

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

All the Letters I Can Write

334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,

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I could die—to know

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