If all the griefs I am to have, by Emily Dickinson

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

Over and Over, Like a Tune

367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—

Partake as Doth the Bee

994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.

He Fumbles at Your Soul

315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in his side—

The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…

I Tried to Think a Lonelier Thing

532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—

Departed to the Judgment,

Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled

If She Had Been the Mistletoe

44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—

It Dropped So Low—In my Regard—

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…

There Is a Languor of the Life

396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—

While Asters&Mdash;

331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!

The reticent volcano keeps

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale

Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have

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