Too cold is this, by Emily Dickinson

Too cold is this

To warm with Sun -

Too stiff to bended be,

To joint this Agate were a work -

Outstaring Masonry -

How went the Agile Kernel out

Contusion of the Husk

Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate

But just an Asterisk.

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824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…

I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—

642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —

345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—

587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—

999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman

82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods

A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –

814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.

590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone

597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—

784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—