The World—stands—solemner—to me, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The World—stands—solemner—to me

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The World—stands—solemner—to me—

Since I was wed—to Him—

A modesty befits the soul

That bears another’s—name—

A doubt—if it be fair—indeed—

To wear that perfect—pearl—

The Man—upon the Woman—binds—

To clasp her soul—for all—

A prayer, that it more angel—prove—

A whiter Gift—within—

To that munificence, that chose—

So unadorned—a Queen—

A Gratitude—that such be true—

It had esteemed the Dream—

Too beautiful—for Shape to prove—

Or posture—to redeem!

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I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—

199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—

The Battlefield

They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…

Of All the Sounds Despatched Abroad

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

Musicians Wrestle Everywhere

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

If He dissolve – then – there is nothing – more –

236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –

What Inn Is This

115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?

They won’t frown always—some sweet Day

874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”

Answer July

386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?

Could live—did live—

43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,

Time XXVII. Because I could not stop for Death (712)

XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.

The Morning After Woe

364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—

Had I Presumed to Hope

522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—

Life XXXIX. I meant to have but modest needs

XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.

Life XI. Much madness is divinest sense (435)

XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority

Sunset at Night—is natural

415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.

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The World—stands—solemner—to me

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