I’ve Seen a Dying Eye, par Emily Dickinson

I’ve Seen a Dying Eye

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I’ve seen a Dying Eye

Run round and round a Room—

In search of Something—as it seemed—

Then Cloudier become—

And then—obscure with Fog—

And then—be soldered down

Without disclosing what it be

’Twere blessed to have seen—

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Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—

995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—

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—

The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.

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

217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?

XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.

345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—

LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before

119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!

The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,

985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—

306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—