A Wind That Rose, par Emily Dickinson

A Wind That Rose

A Wind that rose

Though not a Leaf

In any Forest stirred

But with itself did cold engage

Beyond the Realm of Bird -

A Wind that woke a lone Delight

Like Separation’s Swell

Restored in Arctic Confidence

To the Invisible -

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…

136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—

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

51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—

864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.

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

746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men

319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—

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

If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin

527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way

XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—

336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—