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

If all the griefs I am to have

Would only come today,

I am so happy I believe

They’d laugh and run away.

If all the joys I am to have

Would only come today,

They could not be so big as this

That happens to me now.

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438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?

868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.

Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather

411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—

The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,

To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,

A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—

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

148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.

865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.

171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!

That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power

506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me

391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—

997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.