Experience Is the Angled Road, by Emily Dickinson

Experience Is the Angled Road

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Experience is the Angled Road

Preferred against the Mind

By—Paradox—the Mind itself—

Presuming it to lead

Quite Opposite—How Complicate

The Discipline of Man—

Compelling Him to Choose Himself

His Preappointed Pain—

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239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance

There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.

486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—

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

929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.

839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation

Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base

400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?