Proud of my Broken Heart, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Proud of my Broken Heart

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.

Proud of the pain, I did not feel? till thee.

Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos’t shake it.

Not to partake thy passion, –my humility

Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus, drunken without companion

Was the strong cup of anguish brewed for the Nazarene

Thou can’st not pierce tradition with the peerless puncture,

See! I usurped thy crucifix to honor mine!

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As from the earth the light Balloon

As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust

I Sometimes Drop It, for a Quick

708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—

Life XL. the thought beneath so slight a film

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

A Sickness of This World It Most Occasions

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

Life XCVI. my life closed twice before its close

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

Heaven Is So Far of the Mind

370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—

Fame Is a Bee

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

Tell All the Truth

Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased

It always felt to me—a wrong

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

To hang our head—ostensibly—

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

Three times—we parted—Breath—and I—

598 Three times—we parted—Breath—and… Three times—He would not go— But strove to stir the lifeless F… The Waters—strove to stay.

It Was Not Death, for I Stood Up,

It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh

Expectation—is Contentment—

807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity

There Is a Shame of Nobleness

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

Empty my Heart, of Thee

587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—

Emily Dickinson