When Diamonds Are a Legend, par Emily Dickinson

When Diamonds Are a Legend

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When Diamonds are a Legend,

And Diadems—a Tale—

I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,

Do sow, and Raise for sale—

And tho’ I’m scarce accounted,

My Art, a Summer Day—had Patrons—

Once—it was a Queen—

And once—a Butterfly—

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228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—

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

A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray

842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—

The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.

594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—

Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.

MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,

921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.