I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’, di Emily Dickinson

I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’

I never hear the word 'escape’

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad

By soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars,—

Only to fail again!

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57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—

936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—

Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar

295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will

417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—

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

624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—

916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—

300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…

LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just