Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate, by Emily Dickinson

Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate

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Of Consciousness, her awful Mate

The Soul cannot be rid—

As easy the secreting her

Behind the Eyes of God.

The deepest hid is sighted first

And scant to Him the Crowd—

What triple Lenses burn upon

The Escapade from God—

The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,

XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

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

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—

We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…

LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here

651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing

A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –

LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.

871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—

330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,