I shall know why—when Time is over—, di Emily Dickinson

I shall know why—when Time is over—

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I shall know why—when Time is over—

And I have ceased to wonder why—

Christ will explain each separate anguish

In the fair schoolroom of the sky—

He will tell me what “Peter” promised—

And I—for wonder at his woe—

I shall forget the drop of Anguish

That scalds me now—that scalds me now!

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—

38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.

818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.

841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—