The Spirit Is the Conscious Ear, di Emily Dickinson

The Spirit Is the Conscious Ear

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The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.

We actually Hear

When We inspect—that’s audible—

That is admitted—Here—

For other Services—as Sound—

There hangs a smaller Ear

Outside the Castle—that Contain—

The other—only—Hear—

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498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…

903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.

302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June

A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…

225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face

816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.

918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—

XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.

LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…