I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—

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I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—

That other state—

I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now—

It’s safer so—

How odd the Girl’s life looks

Behind this soft Eclipse—

I think that Earth feels so

To folks in Heaven—now—

This being comfort—then

That other kind—was pain—

But why compare?

I’m “Wife”! Stop there!

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237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

All But Death, Can Be Adjusted

749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—

Ah, Moon—and Star!

240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—

It Dropped So Low in my Regard

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Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss

340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot

How the Old Mountains Drip With Sunset

291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—

You love me—you are sure—

156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

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Went Up a Year This Evening!

93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!

I've nothing else—to bring, You know—

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

I Made Slow Riches But my Gain

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

An Hour Is a Sea

825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—

She Hideth Her the Last

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—

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A Secret Told

381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—

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I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that—

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