We Miss Her, Not Because We See, por Emily Dickinson

We Miss Her, Not Because We See

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We miss Her, not because We see—

The Absence of an Eye—

Except its Mind accompany

Abridge Society

As slightly as the Routes of Stars—

Ourselves—asleep below—

We know that their superior Eyes

Include Us—as they go—

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753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…

667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—

721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…

927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

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

All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -

732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—

847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—

XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…

574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—

577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—