To hang our head—ostensibly—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To hang our head—ostensibly—

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To hang our head—ostensibly—

And subsequent, to find

That such was not the posture

Of our immortal mind—

Affords the sly presumption

That in so dense a fuzz—

You—too—take Cobweb attitudes

Upon a plane of Gauze!

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To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

Pain

Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—

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Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,

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The Chemical Conviction

954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—

Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below!

129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree

‘Faithful to the End’ Amended

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You Constituted Time

765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity

Life XXIV. Whether my bark went down at sea (52)

XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;

Going to Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him—

Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…

Each Second Is the Last

879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.

924 Love—is that later Thing than Death

Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…

No Other Can Reduce

982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence

Better—than Music! For I—who heard it

503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—

Such Is the Force of Happiness

787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—

Emily Dickinson