The Soul’s Distinct Connection, di 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.

751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—

215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –

A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.

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

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure

135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—

I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,

240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—

LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —

163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?