You’ll know it—as you know ’tis Noon—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

You’ll know it—as you know ’tis Noon—

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You’ll know it—as you know ’tis Noon—

By Glory—

As you do the Sun—

By Glory—

As you will in Heaven—

Know God the Father—and the Son.

By intuition, Mightiest Things

Assert themselves—and not by terms—

“I’m Midnight”—need the Midnight say—

“I’m Sunrise”—Need the Majesty?

Omnipotence—had not a Tongue—

His listp—is Lightning—and the Sun—

His Conversation—with the Sea—

“How shall you know”?

Consult your Eye!

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Image of Light, Adieu

Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -

Of Being Is a Bird

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—

Of Course—I prayed

376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—

The Work of Her That Went

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

One Sister Have I in Our House

14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.

A Sloop of Amber slips away

A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -

The Road Was Lit With Moon and Star

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

Except the Heaven Had Come So Near

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

The White Heat

Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…

The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes

18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.

’Twas Like a Maelstrom, With a Notch

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

Funny—to be a Century

345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—

Wild Nights! Wild Nights!

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

Sleep Is Supposed to Be

13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand

She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms,

She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,

Emily Dickinson