A Man May Make a Remark, by Emily Dickinson

A Man May Make a Remark

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A Man may make a Remark—

In itself—a quiet thing

That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark

In dormant nature—lain—

Let us deport—with skill—

Let us discourse—with care—

Powder exists in Charcoal—

Before it exists in Fire.

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Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life

401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—

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

878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead

206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—

This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…

VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…

The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.

LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,

Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die

778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—

820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—

176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?

610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.

531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—