If all the griefs I am to have, por 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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587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—

783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—

251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—

A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—

Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,

94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?

XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.

777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—

474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—

XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…