Exultation Is the Going, por Emily Dickinson

Exultation Is the Going

Exultation is the going

Of an inland soul to sea,

Past the houses—past the headlands—

Into deep Eternity—

Bred as we, among the mountains,

Can the sailor understand

The divine intoxication

Of the first league out from land?

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There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take

643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

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

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—

The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;

197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—