Emily Dickinson

poetessa statunitense

«The Mind lives on the Heart | Like any Parasite - | If that is full of Meat | The Mind is fat - | But if the Heart omit | Emaciate the Wit - | The Aliment of it | So absolute.»

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«The Rat is the concisest Tenant. | He pays no Rent. | Repudiates the Obligation - | On Schemes intent | Balking our Wit | To sound or circumvent - | Hate cannot harm | A Foe so reticent - | | Neither Decree prohibit him - | Lawful as Equilibrium.»

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«The Flake the Wind exasperate | More eloquently lie | Than if escorted to it's Down | By Arm of Chivalry.»

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«The long sigh of the Frog | Upon a Summer's Day | Enacts intoxication | Upon the Passer by. | But his receding Swell | Substantiates a Peace | That makes the Ear inordinate | For corporal release.»

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«"Faithful to the end" amended | From the Heavenly clause - | Constancy with a Proviso | Constancy abhors - | "Crowns of Life" are servile Prizes | To the stately Heart, | Given for the Giving, solely, | No Emolument.»

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«The Treason of an accent | Might Ecstasy transfer - | Of her effacing Fathom | Is no Recoverer.»

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«She laid her docile Crescent down | And this confiding Stone | Still states to Dates that have forgot | The News that she is gone. | So constant to it's Stolid trust | The Shaft that never knew - | It shames the Constancy that fled | Before it's Emblem flew.»

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«After all Birds have been investigated | And laid aside | Nature imparts the little Blue Bird - | Assured | Her conscientious voice | Will soar unmoved | Above ostensible vicissitude - | First at the March | Competing with the Wind - | Her zealous Note | Delights it to ascend - | Last at the Scene | When Summer swerves away - | Fortitude - flanked with Melody.»

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«Perhaps they do not go so far | As we who stay, suppose - | Perhaps come closer, for the lapse | Of their corporeal clothes - | It may be, know so certainly | How short we have to fear | That Comprehension antedates | And estimates us there.»

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«It sounded as if the streets were running | And then - the streets stood still - | Eclipse - was all we could see at the Window | And Awe - was all we could feel. | By and by - the boldest stole out of his Covert | To see if Time was there - | Nature was in an Opal Apron - | Mixing fresher Air.»

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«I have no Life but this - | To lead it here - | Nor any Death - but lest | Dispelled from there - | Nor tie to Earths to come - | Nor Action new - | Except through this Extent - | The Realm of you.»

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«To pity those that know her not | Is helped by the regret | That those who know her know her less | The nearer her they get - | How adequate the Human Heart | To it's emergency - | Intrenchments stimulate a friend | And stem an enemy.»

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«But Susan is a stranger yet - | The ones who cite her most | Have never scaled her Haunted House | Nor compromise her Ghost - | To pity those that know her not | Is helped by the regret | That those who know her know her less | The nearer her they get.»

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«Uncertain lease - develops lustre | On Time - | Uncertain Grasp, appreciation | Of Sum - | The shorter Fate - is oftener the chiefest | Because | Inheritors upon a tenure | Prize.»

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«Absence disembodies - so does Death | Hiding individuals from the Earth | Superstition helps, as well as love - | Tenderness decreases as we prove.»

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«A doubt if it be Us | Assists the staggering Mind | In an extremer Anguish | Until it footing find - | An Unreality is lent, | A merciful Mirage | That makes the living possible | While it suspends the lives.»

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«Split the Lark - and you'll find the Music - | Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled - | Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning | Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old - | Loose the Flood - you shall find it patent - | Gush after Gush, reserved for you - | Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas! | Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?»

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«That Distance was between Us | That is not of Mile or Main - | The Will it is that situates - | Equator - never can.»

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«Light is sufficient to itself - | If others want to see | It can be had on Window panes | Some Hours of the Day - | But not for Compensation - | It holds as large a Glow | To Squirrel in the Himmaleh | Precisely - as to Me.»

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«He outstripped Time with but a Bout, | He outstripped Stars and Sun | And then, unjaded, challenged God | In presence of the Throne - | And He and He in mighty List | Unto this present, run, | The larger Glory for the less | A just sufficient Ring.»

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