Said Death to Passion, por Emily Dickinson

Said Death to Passion

‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’

Said Passion, through contracting Breaths

‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’

Bore Death from Passion

All His East

He - sovereign as the Sun

Resituated in the West

And the Debate was done.

106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—

624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—

LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!

407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—

35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.

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

It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,

600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—

425 Good Morning’—Midnight’— I’m coming Home’— Day’—got tired of Me’— How could I’—of Him?

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.

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

THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…

913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end