Mine enemy is growing old, par Emily Dickinson

Mine enemy is growing old

MINE enemy is growing old,

I have at last revenge.

The palate of the hate departs;

If any would avenge,

Let him be quick, the viand flits,

It is a faded meat.

Anger as soon as fed is dead;

‘T is starving makes it fat.

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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?

491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood

774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind

123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.

407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—

981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do

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

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow

693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—

The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.

972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—

Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost

734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn

637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—