I’Ve Heard an Organ Talk, Sometimes, por Emily Dickinson

I’Ve Heard an Organ Talk, Sometimes

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I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes

In a Cathedral Aisle,

And understood no word it said—

Yet held my breath, the while—

And risen up—and gone away,

A more Berdardine Girl—

Yet—know not what was done to me

In that old Chapel Aisle.

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.

261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…

XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—

35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.

765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity

71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—

931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—

The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

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

69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.