They Dropped Like Flakes, di Emily Dickinson

They Dropped Like Flakes

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,

Like petals from a rose,

When suddenly across the lune

A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass,—

No eye could find the place;

But God on his repealless list

Can summon every face

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by

523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—

755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—

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

285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—

635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time

685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—

565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds

674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—

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

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,