How the Waters Closed Above Him, par Emily Dickinson

How the Waters Closed Above Him

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How the Waters closed above Him

We shall never know—

How He stretched His Anguish to us

That—is covered too—

Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies

Bold above the Boy

Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket

Sum the History—

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XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy

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

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

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…

Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion

LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.

760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.

300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…

416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—

224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—

853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West

One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting

277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—