’Tis little I—could care for Pearls, por Emily Dickinson

’Tis little I—could care for Pearls

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’Tis little I—could care for Pearls—

Who own the ample sea—

Or Brooches—when the Emperor—

With Rubies—pelteth me—

Or Gold—who am the Prince of Mines—

Or Diamonds—when have I

A Diadem to fit a Dom—

Continual upon me—

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

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

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—

631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—

610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.

Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—

These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.