Once More, my Now Bewildered Dove, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Once More, my Now Bewildered Dove

Once more, my now bewildered Dove

Bestirs her puzzled wings

Once more her mistress, on the deep

Her troubled question flings—

Thrice to the floating casement

The Patriarch’s bird returned,

Courage! My brave Columba!

There may yet be Land!

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The Winters Are So Short

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes

955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.

Could—I do more—for Thee—

447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?

Whose Cheek Is This?

82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods

Renunciation

Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—

I Felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,

There comes a warning like a spy

There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away

We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s Act—

726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—

A Great Hope Fell

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in

The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!

152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!

Life XCVI. my life closed twice before its close

XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,

Just Lost, When I Was Saved!

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

Nature LXXXII. There’s a certain slant of light (258)

LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.

My Worthiness Is All my Doubt

751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—

Speech’is a Prank of Parliament’

“Speech”'—is a prank of Parliamen… “Tears”'—is a trick of the nerve’— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn’t’—always’—move’—

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Once More, my Now Bewildered Dove

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