Funny—to be a Century, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Funny—to be a Century

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Funny—to be a Century—

And see the People—going by—

I—should die of the Oddity—

But then—I’m not so staid—as He—

He keeps His Secrets safely—very—

Were He to tell—extremely sorry

This Bashful Globe of Ours would be—

So dainty of Publicity—

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I would not paint—a picture (348)

348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—

You’ll find—it when you try to die

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.

LIfe XLV. Delight becomes pictorial (572)

XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.

I Meant to Have But Modest Needs

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

I Had Been Hungry All the Years-

I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen

Some, Too Fragile for Winter Winds

141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.

Split the Lark—and you’ll find the Music

861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…

Soil of Flint, If Steady Tilled

681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—

The Guest Is Gold and Crimson

15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—

That I Did Always Love

549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—

One Year ago—jots what

296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—

’Twas such a little—little boat

107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!

Surgeons Must Be Very Careful

108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!

The Sunset Stopped on Cottages

950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—

A Nearness to Tremendousness

963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws

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