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Emily Dickinson
Water, is taught by thirst. Land -- by the Oceans passed. Transport -- by throe -- Peace -- by its battles told -- Love, by Memorial Mold -- Birds, by the Snow.
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Emily Dickinson
I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels -- twice descending Reimbursed my store -- Burglar! Banker -- Father! I am poor once more!
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Emily Dickinson
A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.
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"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- That -- "Heaven" is -- to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud -- The interdicted Land -- Behind the Hill -- the House behind -- There -- Paradise -- is found! Her teasing Purples -- Afternoons -- The credulous -- decoy -- Enamored -- of the Conjuror -- That spurned us -- Yesterday!
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Emily Dickinson
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not -- Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either side -- It joins -- behind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.
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Emily Dickinson
Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- It cannot recollect When it begun -- or if there were A time when it was not -- It has no Future -- but itself -- Its Infinite contain Its Past -- enlightened to perceive New Periods -- of Pain.
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#Pain

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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago -- And now she turns Her perfect Face Upon the World below -- Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde -- Her Cheek -- a Beryl hewn -- Her Eye unto the Summer Dew The likest I have known -- Her Lips of Amber never part -- But what must be the smile Upon Her Friend she could confer Were such Her Silver Will -- And what a privilege to be But the remotest Star -- For Certainty She take Her Way Beside Your Palace Door -- Her Bonnet is the Firmament -- The Universe -- Her Shoe -- The Stars -- the Trinkets at Her Belt -- Her Dimities -- of Blue --
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#Moon

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A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn -- A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two -- A Breeze -- a caper in the trees -- And I'm a Rose!
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Emily Dickinson
Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. "Dissolve" says Death -- The Spirit "Sir I have another Trust" -- Death doubts it -- Argues from the Ground -- The Spirit turns away Just laying off for evidence An Overcoat of Clay.
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God is indeed a jealous God -- He cannot bear to see That we had rather not with Him But with each other play.
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Emily Dickinson
In this short Life That only lasts an hour How much -- how little -- is Within our power
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Emily Dickinson
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition mild -- In Forest -- and the Hill -- By Traveller -- be heard -- Restraining Rampant Squirrel -- Or too impetuous Bird -- How fair Her Conversation -- A Summer Afternoon -- Her Household -- Her Assembly -- And when the Sun go down -- Her Voice among the Aisles Incite the timid prayer Of the minutest Cricket -- The most unworthy Flower -- When all the Children sleep -- She turns as long away As will suffice to light Her lamps -- Then bending from the Sky -- With infinite Affection -- And infiniter Care -- Her Golden finger on Her lip -- Wills Silence -- Everywhere --
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Emily Dickinson
The Sun in reigning to the West Makes not as much of sound As Cart of man in road below Adroitly turning round That Whiffletree of Amethyst
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Emily Dickinson
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay -- A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.
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#Spring #Children

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A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest -- I've heard the Hunter tell -- 'Tis but the Ecstasy of death -- And then the Brake is still! The Smitten Rock that gushes! The trampled Steel that springs! A Cheek is always redder Just where the Hectic stings! Mirth is the Mail of Anguish In which it Cautious Arm, Lest anybody spy the blood And "you're hurt" exclaim!
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Emily Dickinson
Is it too late to touch you, Dear? We this moment knew -- Love Marine and Love terrene -- Love celestial too --
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