From the Chrysalis, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

From the Chrysalis

My cocoon tightens, colors tease,

I’m feeling for the air;

A dim capacity for wings

Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be

The aptitude to fly,

Meadows of majesty concedes

And easy sweeps of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint

And cipher at the sign,

And make much blunder, if at last

I take the clew divine.

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As Frost Is Best Conceived

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A Transport One Cannot Contain

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What Would I Give to See His Face?

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Soil of Flint, If Steady Tilled

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This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees

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