Had we our senses, by Emily Dickinson

Had we our senses

But perhaps ’tis well they’re not at Home

So intimate with Madness

He’s liable with them

Had we the eyes without our Head—

How well that we are Blind—

We could not look upon the Earth—

So utterly unmoved—

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454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.

CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,

March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -

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—

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…

867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—

A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,

908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—

485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—

166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!

443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—

His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.

338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.