A Word dropped careless on a Page, par Emily Dickinson

A Word dropped careless on a Page

May stimulate an eye

When folded in perpetual seam

The Wrinkled Maker lie

Infection in the sentence breeds

We may inhale Despair

At distances of Centuries

From the Malaria -

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The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.

91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train

728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time

620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—

Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.

I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years

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

To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—

1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.

788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—