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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

They Shut Me Up in Prose

They shut me up in Prose—
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet—
Because they liked me “still”—
 
Still! Could themself have peeped—
And seen my Brain—go round—
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason—in the Pound—
 
Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Abolish his Captivity—
And laugh—No more have I—

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I rose—because He sank—

616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
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The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
A Shady Friend for Torrid Days

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
When I Was Small, a Woman Died

596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
The Day Came Slow

The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
The Way I read a Letter’s—this

636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
Dying! to Be Afraid of Thee

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
Life LXVII. a deed knocks first at thought,

LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
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A Loss of Something Ever Felt I

959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
A Long, Long Sleep, a Famous Sleep

A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
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This Chasm, Sweet, Upon my Life

858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
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I’M

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
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So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
Garland for Queens, May Be

34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
’Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died

445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—



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