If all the griefs I am to have, by Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have

Would only come today,

I am so happy I believe

They’d laugh and run away.

If all the joys I am to have

Would only come today,

They could not be so big as this

That happens to me now.

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731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—

XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,

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

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.

LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—

755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—