There is another Loneliness, di Emily Dickinson

There is another Loneliness

That many die without -

Not want of friend occasions it

Or circumstances of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought

And whoso it befall

Is richer than could be revealed

By mortal numeral

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.

105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.

A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.

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

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—

74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?