Perhaps I Asked Too Large, di Emily Dickinson

Perhaps I asked too large—

I take—no less than skies—

For Earths, grow thick as

Berries, in my native town—

My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—

Those—dangle easy—on my arm,

But smaller bundles—Cram.

Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...

A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies -
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize -
Whose Allies go no more astray

789
On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty

931
Noon’—is the Hinge of Day’—
Evening’—the Tissue Door’—
Morning’—the East compelling the
Till all the World is ajar’—

535
She’s happy, with a new Content—
That feels to her—like Sacrament—
She’s busy—with an altered Care—
As just apprenticed to the Air—

232
The Sun’—just touched the Morning
The Morning’—Happy thing’—
Supposed that He had come to dwel
And Life would all be Spring!

Oh Shadow on the Grass,
Art thou a Step or not?
Go make thee fair my Candidate
My nominated Heart -
Oh Shadow on the Grass

364
The Morning after Woe—
’Tis frequently the Way—
Surpasses all that rose before—
For utter Jubilee—

883
The Poets light but Lamps—
Themselves—go out—
The Wicks they stimulate—
If vital Light

508
I’m ceded’—I’ve stopped being The
The name They dropped upon my fac
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,

517
He parts Himself’—like Leaves’—
And then’—He closes up’—
Then stands upon the Bonnet
Of Any Buttercup’—