Would You Like Summer? Taste of Ours, by Emily Dickinson

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,

’Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So

335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—

You left me—Sire—two Legacies

644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—

“Heaven” has different Signs—to me—

575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,

Each Second Is the Last

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

Undue Significance a Starving Man Attaches

439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

Life XXIV. Whether my bark went down at sea (52)

XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;

It Might Be Lonelier

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—

You’ll know Her—by Her Foot—

634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—

One Need Not Be a Chamber to Be Haunted,

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

Alone, I Cannot Be

298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—

They have a little Odor—that to me

785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—

Absence disembodies—so does Death

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—

Emily Dickinson

Would You Like Summer? Taste of Ours

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