Said Death to Passion, par Emily Dickinson

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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37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!

The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,

The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.

434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself

Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!