There Is an Arid Pleasure, by Emily Dickinson

There Is an Arid Pleasure

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There is an arid Pleasure—

As different from Joy—

As Frost is different from Dew—

Like element—are they—

Yet one—rejoices Flowers—

And one—the Flowers abhor—

The finest Honey—curdled—

Is worthless—to the Bee—

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118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!

167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!

662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -

459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—

452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…

951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—

772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given