Not All Die Early, Dying Young, di Emily Dickinson

Not All Die Early, Dying Young

990

Not all die early, dying young—

Maturity of Fate

Is consummated equally

In Ages, or a Night—

A Hoary Boy, I’ve known to drop

Whole statured—by the side

Of Junior of Fourscore—'twas Act

Not Period—that died.

GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -

LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop

XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—