To One Denied the Drink, di Emily Dickinson

To One Denied the Drink

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To One denied the drink

To tell what Water is

Would be acuter, would it not

Than letting Him surmise?

To lead Him to the Well

And let Him hear it drip

Remind Him, would it not, somewhat

Of His condemned lip?

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407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—

244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—

351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—

Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—

XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,

226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—

504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—