A Sickness of This World It Most Occasions, par Emily Dickinson

A Sickness of This World It Most Occasions

A Sickness of this World it most occasions

When Best Men die.

A Wishfulness their far Condition

To occupy.

A Chief indifference, as Foreign

A World must be

Themselves forsake - contented,

For Deity.

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762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—

546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—

155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—

A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,

900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,

170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!