I Fear a Man of Frugal Speech, by Emily Dickinson

I Fear a Man of Frugal Speech

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I fear a Man of frugal Speech—

I fear a Silent Man—

Haranguer—I can overtake—

Or Babbler—entertain—

But He who weigheth—While the Rest—

Expend their furthest pound—

Of this Man—I am wary—

I fear that He is Grand—

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827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.

A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize

Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.