It Is an Honorable Thought,, di Emily Dickinson

It Is an Honorable Thought,

It is an honorable thought,

And makes one lift one’s hat,

As one encountered gentlefolk

Upon a daily street,

That we’ve immortal place,

Though pyramids decay,

And kingdoms, like the orchard,

Flit russetly away.

239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.

938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—

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

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

45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

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