I shall know why — when Time is over —, par Emily Dickinson | poèmes, essais et nouvelles sur Poeticous

I shall know why — when Time is over —

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I shall know why — when Time is over —

And I have ceased to wonder why —

Christ will explain each separate anguish

In the fair schoolroom of the sky —

He will tell me what “Peter” promised —

And I — for wonder at his woe —

I shall forget the drop of Anguish

That scalds me now — that scalds me now!

696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—

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

XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—

LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.

LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—

950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy

779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—