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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1129 - Tell all the Truth but tell it slant

Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…

I’M

199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—

Further in Summer Than the Birds

1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.

Declaiming Waters None May Dread

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

If She Had Been the Mistletoe

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

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…

An Everywhere of Silver

An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.

Love XXXVII. Love is anterior to life

XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.

Of All the Sounds Despatched Abroad

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

Some, Too Fragile for Winter Winds

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

Sometimes with the Heart

Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.

A Doubt If It Be Us

859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

His Feet Are Shod With Gauze

916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

Me, Change! Me, Alter!

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

My Friend Attacks my Friend!

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

Emily Dickinson