Precious to Me—She still shall be—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Precious to Me—She still shall be—

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Precious to Me—She still shall be—

Though She forget the name I bear—

The fashion of the Gown I wear—

The very Color of My Hair—

So like the Meadows—now—

I dared to show a Tress of Their’s

If haply—She might not despise

A Buttercup’s Array—

I know the Whole—obscures the Part—

The fraction—that appeased the Heart

Till Number’s Empery—

Remembered—as the Milliner’s flower

When Summer’s Everlasting Dower—

Confronts the dazzled Bee.

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Life XIV. The Secret (89)

XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—

It’s All I Have to Bring Today

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—

’Twas the old—road—through pain—

344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—

I Years Had Been From Home,

I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine

Life XV. I know some lonely houses off the road (289)

XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,

A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink

566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—

Ideals Are the Fairly Oil

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.

The Face I Carry With Me’last

336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—

To Be Alive’is Power

677 To be alive’—is Power’— Existence’—in itself’— Without a further function’— Omnipotence’—Enough’—

It Would Have Starved a Gnat

612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity

Victory Comes Late

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—

work for Immortality

406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—

Better—than Music! For I—who heard it

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

I Think Just How my Shape Will Rise

237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—

Crumbling Is Not an Instant’s Act

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.

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Precious to Me—She still shall be—

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