Too cold is this, par 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.

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,

Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,

The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend

437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech

229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near

368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…

329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—

182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.

395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!

Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault