Longing is like the Seed, por Emily Dickinson

Longing is like the Seed

That wrestles in the Ground,

Believing if it intercede

It shall at length be found.

The Hour, and the Clime -

Each Circumstance unknown,

What Constancy must be achieved

Before it see the Sun!

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331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.

It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,

187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…

652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—

707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—

How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…

Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -

724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—

75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn

682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -

72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.

86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—