Shells from the Coast mistaking, por Emily Dickinson

Shells from the Coast mistaking

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Shells from the Coast mistaking—

I cherished them for All—

Happening in After Ages

To entertain a Pearl—

Wherefore so late—I murmured—

My need of Thee—be done—

Therefore—the Pearl responded—

My Period begin

356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—

657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—

Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost

335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—

99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—

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

LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before

467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…