Shells from the Coast mistaking, par 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

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XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!

269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—

367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion

Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour

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 fractured…

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.