161 a feather from the Whippoorwill, by Emily Dickinson

161 a feather from the Whippoorwill

A feather from the Whippoorwill

That everlasting—sings!

Whose galleries—are Sunrise—

Whose Opera—the Springs—

Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin

Of mellow—murmuring thread—

Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt

In “Recess”—Overhead!

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

311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—

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

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…

We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,

151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,

After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…

XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!