Too cold is this, di 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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970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —

146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—

Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.

771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—

508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,

The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—

347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—

810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,

518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—

65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!

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