Nature and God—I neither knew, por Emily Dickinson

Nature and God—I neither knew

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Nature and God—I neither knew

Yet Both so well knew me

They startled, like Executors

Of My identity.

Yet Neither told—that I could learn—

My Secret as secure

As Herschel’s private interest

Or Mercury’s affair—

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

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—

885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.

Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds

’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One

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

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

It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,

273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!

235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!

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