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Some Arrows slay but whom they strike --
© Emily Dickinson
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike --
But this slew all but him --
Who so appareled his Escape --
Too trackless for a Tomb --
Work for Immortality
© Emily Dickinson
Some -- Work for Immortality --
The Chiefer part, for Time --
He -- Compensates -- immediately --
The former -- Checks -- on Fame --
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled --
© Emily Dickinson
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled --
Will refund by Hand --
Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun
Fructified in Sand --
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
© Emily Dickinson
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years.
So well that I can live without
© Emily Dickinson
So well that I can live without --
I love thee -- then How well is that?
As well as Jesus?
Prove it me
That He -- loved Men --
As I -- love thee --
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder
© Emily Dickinson
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder
In an Audience --
Stamped -- occasionally -- forever --
So may Countenance
So set its Sun in Thee
© Emily Dickinson
So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me --
What Distance -- far --
So I the Ships may see
That touch -- how seldomly --
Thy Shore?
So much Summer
© Emily Dickinson
So much Summer
Me for showing
Illegitimate --
Would a Smile's minute bestowing
Too exorbitant
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
© Emily Dickinson
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
That there must be a Heaven
If only to enclose the Saints
To Affidavit given.
So large my Will
© Emily Dickinson
So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy --
So glad we are -- a Stranger'd deem
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas sorry, that we were --
For where the Holiday should be
There publishes a Tear --
Nor how Ourselves be justified --
So gay a Flower
© Emily Dickinson
So gay a Flower
Bereaves the Mind
As if it were a Woe --
Is Beauty an Affliction -- then?
Tradition ought to know --
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
© Emily Dickinson
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee
Smiling back from Coronation
© Emily Dickinson
Smiling back from Coronation
May be Luxury --
On the Heads that started with us --
Being's Peasantry --
Size circumscribes -- it has no room
© Emily Dickinson
Size circumscribes -- it has no room
For petty furniture --
The Giant tolerates no Gnat
For Ease of Gianture --
Silence is all we dread.
© Emily Dickinson
Silence is all we dread.
There's Ransom in a Voice --
But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.
Should you but fail at -- Sea
© Emily Dickinson
Should you but fail at -- Sea --
In sight of me --
Or doomed lie --
Next Sun -- to die --
She's happy, with a new Content --
© Emily Dickinson
She's happy, with a new Content --
That feels to her -- like Sacrament --
She's busy -- with an altered Care --
As just apprenticed to the Air --
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
© Emily Dickinson
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
Debated -- Rose again --
This time -- beyond the estimate
Of Envy, or of Men --
