I Robbed the Woods, par Emily Dickinson

I Robbed the Woods

I robbed the Woods—

The trusting Woods.

The unsuspecting Trees

Brought out their Burs and mosses

My fantasy to please.

I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—

What will the solemn Hemlock—

What will the Oak tree say?

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XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.

856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.

388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen

Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—

827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…

627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—

253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake

310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—

A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—

The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave

110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!

A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –