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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439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—

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

50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—

A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin

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

268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow

311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—

403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—

998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—

906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate

XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,

378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—

‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.

111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—