I Stepped From Plank to Plank, di Emily Dickinson

I Stepped From Plank to Plank

I stepped from plank to plank

So slow and cautiously;

The stars about my head I felt,

About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next

Would be my final inch,—

This gave me that precarious gait

Some call experience.

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213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step

155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—

LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here

Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—

369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—

977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance

‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,