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

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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The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…

The Moon Was But a Chin of Gold

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

Embarrassment of One Another

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

In Winter in my Room

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

Sometimes with the Heart

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

Two—were immortal twice—

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

A first Mute Coming

702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—

The Day That I Was Crowned

356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—

I Felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,

I would not paint—a picture (348)

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits,

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

Where Ships of Purple—gently toss

265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!

Absence disembodies—so does Death

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

Life II. Our share of night to bear (113)

II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.

Home

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have

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