I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’, by Emily Dickinson

I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’

I never hear the word 'escape’

Without a quicker blood,

A sudden expectation,

A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad

By soldiers battered down,

But I tug childish at my bars,—

Only to fail again!

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531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—

The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—

571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—

949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,

Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life

504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?

665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—