Such Is the Force of Happiness, por Emily Dickinson

Such Is the Force of Happiness

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Such is the Force of Happiness—

The Least—can lift a Ton

Assisted by its stimulus—

Who Misery—sustain—

No Sinew can afford—

The Cargo of Themselves—

Too infinite for Consciousness’

Slow capabilities.

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844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—

687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—

120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!

Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled

112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—

713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came

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…

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—