The Color of a Queen, Is This, di Emily Dickinson

The Color of a Queen, Is This

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The Color of a Queen, is this—

The Color of a Sun

At setting—this and Amber—

Beryl—and this, at Noon—

And when at night—Auroran widths

Fling suddenly on men—

’Tis this—and Witchcraft—nature keeps

A Rank—for Iodine—

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Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.

233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!

992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—

742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—

204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—

447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?

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

733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—

663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—

CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.

589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—

296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—

508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,

410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East