You Cannot Put a Fire Out, par Emily Dickinson

You Cannot Put a Fire Out

530

You cannot put a Fire out—

A Thing that can ignite

Can go, itself, without a Fan—

Upon the slowest Night—

You cannot fold a Flood—

And put it in a Drawer—

Because the Winds would find it out—

And tell your Cedar Floor—

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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—

582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—

157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—

534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat

168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!

839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation

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—

The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely

671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—

Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -

301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.

882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering