I Found the Phrase to Every Thought, por Emily Dickinson

I Found the Phrase to Every Thought

I found the phrase to every thought

I ever had, but one;

And that defies me,—as a hand

Did try to chalk the sun

To races nurtured in the dark;—

How would your own begin?

Can blaze be done in cochineal,

Or noon in mazarin?

I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years

Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face

30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?

342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—

56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—

938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—

Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.

902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.