Away from Home are some and I, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Away from Home are some and I

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Away from Home are some and I—

An Emigrant to be

In a Metropolis of Homes

Is easy, possibly—

The Habit of a Foreign Sky

We—difficult—acquire

As Children, who remain in Face

The more their Feet retire.

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The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard—today

316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—

I learned—at least—what Home could be

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn

Again—his voice is at the door—

663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—

To Hear an Oriole Sing

526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird

Unfulfilled to Observation

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

Wolfe Demanded During Dying

678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—

632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—

The Soul’s Superior Instants

306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

I Robbed the Woods

41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses

This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees

805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—

Tell All the Truth

Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased

To Put This World Down, Like a Bundle

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

Drab Habitation of Whom?

893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—

Rehearsal to Ourselves

379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—

Emily Dickinson