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—

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907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—

168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!

LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.

775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—

755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—

LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be