Whether my Bark Went Down at Sea, di Emily Dickinson

Whether my Bark Went Down at Sea

Whether my bark went down at sea—

Whether she met with gales—

Whether to isles enchanted

She bent her docile sails—

By what mystic mooring

She is held today—

This is the errand of the eye

Out upon the Bay.

XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—

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—

414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony

LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe

Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot

765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity

174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…

55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.

367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—