To hang our head—ostensibly—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To hang our head—ostensibly—

105

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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I could die—to know

570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—

As Plan for Noon and Plan for Night

960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth

A Single Screw of Flesh

263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—

Great Caesar! Condescend

102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!

The Rainbow Never Tells Me

97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.

You’re right—”the way is narrow”—

234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—

The Beggar at the Door for Fame

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

So From the Mould

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

When Roses Cease to Bloom, Sir

32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—

I Know Some Lonely Houses Off the Road

289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,

Ribbons of the Year

873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside

At least—to pray—is left—is left

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—

I am afraid to own a Body

I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…

For Largest Woman’s Hearth I Knew

309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—

I’ve Seen a Dying Eye

547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—

Emily Dickinson