Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles, par Emily Dickinson

Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles

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Her smile was shaped like other smiles—

The Dimples ran along—

And still it hurt you, as some Bird

Did hoist herself, to sing,

Then recollect a Ball, she got—

And hold upon the Twig,

Convulsive, while the Music broke—

Like Beads—among the Bog—

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477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—

Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -

912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.

926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom

LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.

200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!

392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—

456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me

424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple

938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—

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

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad