Apparently With No Surprise, di Emily Dickinson

Apparently With No Surprise

Apparently with no surprise,

To any happy flower,

The frost beheads it at its play,

In accidental power.

The blond assassin passes on.

The sun proceeds unmoved,

To measure off another day,

For an approving God.

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,

252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy

669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—

Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,

XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.

XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—

Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

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

Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…