You Cannot Put a Fire Out, di Emily Dickinson

You Cannot Put a Fire Out

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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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XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair

444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—

911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—

It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,

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

840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot

1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—

379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—

22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—

831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot

942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee

16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!

463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy