I’m sorry for the Dead—Today—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I’m sorry for the Dead—Today—

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I’m sorry for the Dead—Today—

It’s such congenial times

Old Neighbors have at fences—

It’s time o’ year for Hay.

And Broad—Sunburned Acquaintance

Discourse between the Toil—

And laugh, a homely species

That makes the Fences smile—

It seems so straight to lie away

From all of the noise of Fields—

The Busy Carts—the fragrant Cocks—

The Mower’s Metre—Steals—

A Trouble lest they’re homesick—

Those Farmers—and their Wives—

Set separate from the Farming—

And all the Neighbors’ lives—

A Wonder if the Sepulchre

Don’t feel a lonesome way—

When Men—and Boys—and Carts—and June,

Go down the Fields to “Hay”—

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More Life—went out—when He went

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

She Died at Play

75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn

She Dwelleth in the Ground

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

It Might Be Lonelier

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—

The Heaven Vests for Each

694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—

Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below!

129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree

March is the Month of Expectation

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

A Murmur in the Trees—to note—

416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—

Pain Has an Element of Blank;

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

I’M

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

Endow the Living—with the Tears

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

Just Lost, When I Was Saved!

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

No Notice Gave She, But a Change

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

Life XIX. Pain has an element of blank (650)

XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.

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I’m sorry for the Dead—Today—

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