Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not, di Emily Dickinson

Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not

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Time feels so vast that were it not

For an Eternity—

I fear me this Circumference

Engross my Finity—

To His exclusion, who prepare

By Processes of Size

For the Stupendous Vision

Of his diameters—

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146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

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

358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –

428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—

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

Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—

LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—

673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…

78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—