My Life Closed Twice, par Emily Dickinson

My Life Closed Twice

My life closed twice before its close—

It yet remains to see

If Immortality unveil

A third event to me

So huge, so hopeless to conceive

As these that twice befell.

Parting is all we know of heaven,

And all we need of hell.

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—

Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—

XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.

DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

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

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race