The Butterfly Upon the Sky, por Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly Upon the Sky

The Butterfly upon the Sky,

That doesn’t know its Name

And hasn’t any tax to pay

And hasn’t any Home

Is just as high as you and I,

And higher, I believe,

So soar away and never sigh

And that’s the way to grieve -

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571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—

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

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -

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

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

It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…

XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,

904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—

849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate

LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.

604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—

XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority

936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—

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

850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I