He forgot—and I—remembered—, di Emily Dickinson

He forgot—and I—remembered—

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He forgot—and I—remembered—

’Twas an everyday affair—

Long ago as Christ and Peter—

“Warmed them” at the “Temple fire.”

“Thou wert with him”—quoth “the Damsel”?

“No”—said Peter, ’twasn’t me—

Jesus merely “looked” at Peter—

Could I do aught else—to Thee?

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet

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’—

Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

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

821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,

XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill

430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —

28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—

815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me