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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Said Death to Passion

Said Death to Passion
‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’
Said Passion, through contracting Breaths
‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’
 
Bore Death from Passion
All His East
He -  sovereign as the Sun
Resituated in the West
And the Debate was done.

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The Wind Took Up the Northern Things

The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
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Such Is the Force of Happiness

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
Except the Heaven Had Come So Near

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
Me from Myself — to banish —

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
To know just how He suffered—would be dear—

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
It Would Have Starved a Gnat

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
Life XXXIX. I meant to have but modest needs

XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
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613 They shut me up in Prose —

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
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They Leave Us With the Infinite

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
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My Life Had Stood

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
By a flower—By a letter—

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
Superfluous Were the Sun

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
Love XVII. the Wife (732)

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
To my Quick Ear the Leaves Conferred;

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
When the Astronomer Stops Seeking

851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
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