Nature and God—I neither knew, di Emily Dickinson

Nature and God—I neither knew

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Nature and God—I neither knew

Yet Both so well knew me

They startled, like Executors

Of My identity.

Yet Neither told—that I could learn—

My Secret as secure

As Herschel’s private interest

Or Mercury’s affair—

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926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—

XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!

761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—

LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.

695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—

The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…

17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.

741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—

938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—

451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—

59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—

767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew

37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—

103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…