Light Is Sufficient to Itself, di Emily Dickinson

Light Is Sufficient to Itself

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Light is sufficient to itself—

If Others want to see

It can be had on Window Panes

Some Hours in the Day.

But not for Compensation—

It holds as large a Glow

To Squirrel in the Himmaleh

Precisely, as to you.

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning

578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,

470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…

606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—

Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -

No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—

LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!

LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—