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Emily dickinson

Emily Dickinson


Part One: Life


Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!

Part One: Life


I TOOK my power in my hand
And went against the world;
’T was not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold.
I aimed my pebble, but myself
Was all the one that fell.
Was it Goliath was too large,
Or only I too small?

Part One: Life


TALK with prudence to a beggar
Of “Potosi” and the mines!
Reverently to the hungry
Of your viands and your wines!

Cautious, hint to any captive
You have passed enfranchised feet!
Anecdotes of air in dungeons
Have sometimes proved deadly sweet!

If all the griefs I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They’d laugh and run away.

If all the joys I am to have
Would only come today,
They could not be so big as this
That happens to me now.

Part One: Life


I’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!


Part One: Life


WHO never lost, are unprepared  
A coronet to find;  
Who never thirsted, flagons  
And cooling tamarind.  
Who never climbed the weary league—
Can such a foot explore  
The purple territories  
On Pizarro’s shore?  
How many legions overcome?  
The emperor will say.
How many colors taken  
On Revolution Day?  
How many bullets bearest?  
The royal scar hast thou?  
Angels, write “Promoted”  
On this soldier’s brow!

Part Four: Time and Eternity


I heard a fly buzz when I died;
   The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
   Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
   And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
   Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
   What portion of me I
Could make assignable,—and then
   There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
   Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
   I could not see to see.


Judgment is justest
When the Judged,
His action laid away,
Divested is of every Disk
But his sincerity.

Honor is then the safest hue
In a posthumous Sun -
Not any color will endure
That scrutiny can burn.

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become—
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun.

A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.


“I want”'€”it pleaded’€”All its life’€”
I want’€”was chief it said
When Skill entreated it’€”the last’€”
And when so newly dead’€”

I could not deem it late’€”to hear
That single’€”steadfast sigh’€”
The lips had placed as with a “Please”
Toward Eternity’€”

The grave my little cottage is,
Where 'Keeping house’ for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.