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Emily Dickinson

I Breathed Enough to Learn the Trick,

I breathed enough to learn the trick,
  And now, removed from air,
I simulate the breath so well,
  That one, to be quite sure
 
The lungs are stirless, must descend
  Among the cunning cells,
And touch the pantomime himself.
  How cool the bellows feels!

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Life VII. Within my reach! (90)

VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
 3
The Wind Took Up the Northern Things

The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
 1
Such Is the Force of Happiness

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
Till Death’€”is Narrow Loving

907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
There is no Silence in the Earth

There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
 1
In Falling Timbers Buried

614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
No Notice Gave She, But a Change

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
Expectation—is Contentment—

807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
 1
The inundation of the Spring

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
Size circumscribes—it has no room

641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
“Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me—

127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
How Far Is It to Heaven?

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

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
All Circumstances Are the Frame

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—



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