I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched, par Emily Dickinson

I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched

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I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched—

I felt the Columns close—

The Earth reversed her Hemispheres—

I touched the Universe—

And back it slid—and I alone—

A Speck upon a Ball—

Went out upon Circumference—

Beyond the Dip of Bell—

544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…

I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years

Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -

LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed

There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…

930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—

XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you

Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,