Mine enemy is growing old, di Emily Dickinson

Mine enemy is growing old

MINE enemy is growing old,

I have at last revenge.

The palate of the hate departs;

If any would avenge,

Let him be quick, the viand flits,

It is a faded meat.

Anger as soon as fed is dead;

‘T is starving makes it fat.

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48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—

265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!

729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—

129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree

504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?

16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush

XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!

667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.

LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,

1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;

915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye

283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by

How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure