Part Five: The Single Hound, by Emily Dickinson

Part Five: The Single Hound

THE LARGEST fire ever known

Occurs each afternoon,

Discovered is without surprise,

Proceeds without concern:

Consumes, and no report to men,

An Occidental town,

Rebuilt another morning

To be again burned down.

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531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -

Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—

793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—

169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!

308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—

397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—

There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.

771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—

836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery

105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—

285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—

844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,