September’s Baccalaureate, di Emily Dickinson

September’s Baccalaureate

A combination is

Of Crickets– Crows– and Retrospects

And a dissembling Breeze

That hints without assuming -

An Innuendo sear

That makes the Heart put up its Fun

And turn Philosopher.

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734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—

293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—

256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…

408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—

422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—

969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—

964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—

386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?

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

57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,

Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—

The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—

425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?

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