The name—of it—is “Autumn”—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The name—of it—is “Autumn”—

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The name—of it—is “Autumn”—

The hue—of it—is Blood—

An Artery—upon the Hill—

A Vein—along the Road—

Great Globules—in the Alleys—

And Oh, the Shower of Stain—

When Winds—upset the Basin—

And spill the Scarlet Rain—

It sprinkles Bonnets—far below—

It gathers ruddy Pools—

Then—eddies like a Rose—away—

Upon Vermilion Wheels—

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It Might Be Lonelier

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Prayer Is the Little Implement

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

Could I But Ride Indefinite

661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me

I think to Live—may be a Bliss

646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—

I Often Passed the Village

51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—

I Have a Bird in Spring

5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—

Perhaps You Think Me Stooping

833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament

One Anguish—in a Crowd—

565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds

Exultation Is the Going

76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—

I Never Hear the Word 'Escape’

I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad

I Felt my Life With Both my Hands

351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—

I Am Ashamed’i Hide

473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—

We Lose’because We Win

21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!

Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

I Saw the Wind Within Her

I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility

Emily Dickinson