Size Circumscribes’it Has No Room, by Emily Dickinson

641

Size circumscribes’—it has no room

For petty furniture’—

The Giant tolerates no Gnat

For Ease of Gianture’—

Repudiates it, all the more’—

Because intrinsic size

Ignores the possibility

Of Calumnies’—or Flies.

Other works by Emily Dickinson...

942
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Wint
I admonish Thee

If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,

608
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death—for who is He?
The Porter of my Father’s Lodge
As much abasheth me!

950
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Sunset hence must be
For treason not of His, but Life’
Gone Westerly, Today—

930
There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed—
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed

90
Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro’ the village—

553
One Crucifixion is recorded’—only
How many be
Is not affirmed of Mathematics’—
Or History’—

48
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
Bestirs her puzzled wings
Once more her mistress, on the dee
Her troubled question flings—

OUR share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,

63
If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what “Augustan” years
Our feet await!
If springs from winter rise,