So Proud She Was to Die, par Emily Dickinson

So Proud She Was to Die

So proud she was to die

It made us all ashamed

That what we cherished, so unknown

To her desire seemed.

So satisfied to go

Where none of us should be,

Immediately, that anguish stooped

Almost to jealousy.

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—

755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—

192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!

159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…

703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

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

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—