The Drop, That Wrestles in the Sea, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Drop, That Wrestles in the Sea

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The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea—

Forgets her own locality—

As I—toward Thee—

She knows herself an incense small—

Yet small—she sighs—if All—is All—

How larger—be?

The Ocean—smiles—at her Conceit—

But she, forgetting Amphitrite—

Pleads—"Me"?

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Wait Till the Majesty of Death

171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!

If all the griefs I am to have

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have

One Year ago—jots what

296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—

Ample Make This Bed.

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,

To my Quick Ear the Leaves Conferred;

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

Inconceivably Solemn!

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

Mute Thy Coronation

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

Love Reckons by Itself alone

826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—

Forever at His Side to Walk

246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—

Life XLVI. a thought went up my mind to-day (701)

XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,

As Children Bid the Guest “Good Night”

133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.

Life II. Our share of night to bear (113)

II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.

We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing—

230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…

God Permit Industrious Angels

God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly

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The Drop, That Wrestles in the Sea

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