The Veins of Other Flowers, par Emily Dickinson

The Veins of Other Flowers

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The Veins of other Flowers

The Scarlet Flowers are

Till Nature leisure has for Terms

As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

We pass, and she abides.

We conjugate Her Skill

While She creates and federates

Without a syllable.

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—

384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”

46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.

LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—

There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—