Emily Dickinson

«It makes no difference abroad - | The Seasons - fit - the same - | The Mornings blossom into Noons - | And split their Pods of Flame - | Wild flowers - kindle in the Woods - | The Brooks slam - all the Day - | No Black bird bates His Banjo - | For passing Calvary - | | Auto da Fe - and Judgment - | Are nothing to the Bee - | His separation from His Rose - | To Him - sums Misery.»

«I asked no other thing - | No other - was denied - | I offered Being - for it - | The Mighty Merchant sneered - | Brazil? He twirled a Button - | Without a glance my way - | "But - Madam - is there nothing else - | That We can show - Today?»

«It was too late for Man - | But early, yet, for God - | Creation - impotent to help - | But Prayer - remained - Our Side - | How excellent the Heaven - | When Earth - cannot be had - | How hospitable - then - the face | Of our New Neighbor - God.»

«'Twas a long Parting - but the time | For Interview - had Come - | Before the Judgment Seat of God - | The last - and second time | These Fleshless Lovers met - | A Heaven in a Gaze - | A Heaven of Heavens - the Privilege | Of One another's Eyes - | | No Lifetime - on Them - | Appareled as the new | Unborn - except They had beheld - | Born infiniter - now - | | Was Bridal - e'er like This? | A Paradise - the Host - | And Cherubim - and Seraphim - | The unobtrusive Guest.»

«Only God - detect the Sorrow - | Only God - | The Jehovahs - are no Babblers - | Unto God - | God the Son - disclose it - | Still secure - | God the Spirit's Honor - | Just as sure.»

«Time feels so vast that were it not | For an Eternity - | I fear me this Circumference | Engross my Finity - | To His exclusion, who prepare | By Processes of Size | For the Stupendous Vision | Of his Diameters.»

«Who Court obtain within Himself | Sees every Man a King - | And Poverty of Monarchy | Is an interior thing - | No Man depose | Whom Fate Ordain - | And Who can add a Crown | To Him who doth continual | Conspire against His Own.»

«I cannot meet the Spring - unmoved - | I feel the old desire - | A Hurry with a lingering, mixed, | A Warrant to be fair.»

«Auto da Fe e Giudizio | per l'ape non sono niente | il distacco dalla rosa è tutta la sua pena.»

«I never saw a Moor - | I never saw the Sea - | Yet know I how the Heather looks | And what a Billow be - | I never spoke with God | Nor visited in Heaven - | Yet certain am I of the spot | As if the Checks were given -»

«Inosservati s'allungano i monti - | le sagome di porpora levate | senza sforzo o stanchezza - | senza aiuto né plauso - | | Sui loro volti eterni - | nell'oro che dilegua - | in perfetta letizia il sole indugia | cercando compagnia per la sua notte.»

«Her face was in a bed of hair, | Like flowers in a plot - | Her hand was whiter than the sperm | That feeds the sacred light. | Her tongue more tender than the tune | That totters in the leaves - | Who hears may be incredulous, | Who witnesses, believes.»

«I took one Draught of Life - | I'll tell you what I paid - | Precisely an existence - | The market price, they said. | They weighed me, Dust by Dust - | They balanced Film with Film, | Then handed me my Being's worth - | A single Dram of Heaven!»

«How dare the robins sing, | When men and women hear | Who since they went to their account | Have settled with the year! - | Paid all that life had earned | In one consummate bill. | And now, what life or death can do | Is immaterial. | Insulting is the sun | To him whose mortal light | Beguiled of immortality | Bequeath him to the night. | Extinct be every hum | In deference to him | Whose garden wrestled with the dew, | At daybreak overcome!»

«If all the griefs I am to have | Would only come today, | I am so happy I believe | They'd laugh and run away. | If all the joys I am to have | Would only come today, | They could not be so big as this | That happens to me now.»

«If ever the lid gets off my head | And lets the brain away | The fellow will go where he belonged - | Without a hint from me, | And the world - if the world be looking on - | Will see how far from home | It is possible for sense to live | The soul there - all the time.»

«I've got an arrow here. | Loving the hand that sent it | I the dart revere. | Fell, they will say, in "skirmish"! | Vanquished, my soul will know | By but a simple arrow | Sped by an archer's bow.»

«"Lethe" in my flower, | Of which they who drink, | In the fadeless Orchards | Hear the bobolink! | Merely flake or petal | As the Eye beholds | Jupiter! My father! | I perceive the rose!»

«My life closed twice before it's close; | It yet remains to see | If Immortality unveil | A third event to me, | So huge, so hopeless to conceive | As these that twice befell. | Parting is all we know of heaven, | And all we need of hell.»

«Love can do all but raise the Dead | I doubt if even that | From such a giant were withheld | Were flesh equivalent | But love is tired and must sleep, | And hungry and must graze | And so abets the shining Fleet | Till it is out of gaze.»