The Test of Love—is Death—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Test of Love—is Death—

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The Test of Love—is Death—

Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith—

What Largest Lover—hath

Another—doth—

If smaller Patience—be—

Through less Infinity—

If Bravo, sometimes swerve—

Through fainter Nerve—

Accept it’s Most—

And overlook—the Dust—

Last—Least—

The Cross’—Request—

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To know just how He suffered—would be dear—

622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…

I cried at Pity—not at Pain—

588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—

None Can Experience Sting

771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—

Departed to the Judgment,

Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled

Just Lost, When I Was Saved!

160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,

LIfe LIII. God gave a loaf to every bird (791)

Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…

A Wind That Rose

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -

Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again?

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

Longing is like the Seed

Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -

Nature LX. The grass so little has to do

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

Through the Dark Sod—as Education

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

So Proud She Was to Die

So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go

My Worthiness Is All my Doubt

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

The Outer—from the Inner

451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—

I Died for Beauty But Was Scarce

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The Test of Love—is Death—

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