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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Only News I Know

827
 
The Only News I know
Is Bulletins all Day
From Immortality.
 
The Only Shows I see—
Tomorrow and Today—
Perchance Eternity—
 
The Only One I meet
Is God—The Only Street—
Existence—This traversed
 
If Other News there be—
Or Admirable Show—
I’ll tell it You—

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Other works by Emily Dickinson...
This Consciousness That Is Aware

822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
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This that would greet—an hour ago—

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
The Face we choose to miss

The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
 1
Love—is anterior to Life—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
 1
It Dropped So Low—In my Regard—

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…
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard—today

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate

894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
That after horror – that ’twas us–

286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
 1
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.
 1
She could not live upon the Past

She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
Departed to the Judgment,

Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
 1
The reticent volcano keeps

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
It Was a Grave, Yet Bore No Stone

876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
 1
The Birds Reported From the South

743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
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When Night Is Almost Done

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—



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