Nature and God—I neither knew, par Emily Dickinson

Nature and God—I neither knew

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Nature and God—I neither knew

Yet Both so well knew me

They startled, like Executors

Of My identity.

Yet Neither told—that I could learn—

My Secret as secure

As Herschel’s private interest

Or Mercury’s affair—

616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.

CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take

There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take

270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—

266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.

124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—

698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—

390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;