The Soul’s Distinct Connection, by Emily Dickinson

The Soul’s Distinct Connection

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The Soul’s distinct connection

With immortality

Is best disclosed by Danger

Or quick Calamity—

As Lightning on a Landscape

Exhibits Sheets of Place—

Not yet suspected—but for Flash—

And Click—and Suddenness.

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367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one

45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.

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—

718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—

313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…

XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

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

118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!

LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!

The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue