Too cold is this, por Emily Dickinson

Too cold is this

To warm with Sun -

Too stiff to bended be,

To joint this Agate were a work -

Outstaring Masonry -

How went the Agile Kernel out

Contusion of the Husk

Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate

But just an Asterisk.

696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—

498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—

627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—

753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…

886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.

457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up,

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—