No Bobolink—reverse His Singing, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

No Bobolink—reverse His Singing

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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing

When the only Tree

Ever He minded occupying

By the Farmer be—

Clove to the Root—

His Spacious Future—

Best Horizon—gone—

Whose Music be His

Only Anodyne—

Brave Bobolink—

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To One Denied the Drink

490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?

Chartless

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,

I Ment to Find Her When I Came;

I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed

I’M

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

161 a feather from the Whippoorwill

A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin

The Butterfly Upon the Sky

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

If I’m lost—now

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

Whether they have forgotten

Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture

Two—were immortal twice—

800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—

Life LXVII. a deed knocks first at thought,

LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.

59 a little East of Jordan (145)

A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—

Promise This—When You be Dying—

648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—

Endow the Living—with the Tears

521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—

If This Is “Fading”

120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!

Emily Dickinson