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Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
© Emily Dickinson
Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
Continual addressed --
But foreign as the Dialect
Of Danes, unto the rest.
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --
© Emily Dickinson
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --
The letting go
A Presence -- for an Expectation --
Not now --
Removed from Accident of Loss
© Emily Dickinson
Removed from Accident of Loss
By Accident of Gain
Befalling not my simple Days --
Myself had just to earn --
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
© Emily Dickinson
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window -- and at Door --
Remembrance has a Rear and Front --
© Emily Dickinson
Remembrance has a Rear and Front --
'Tis something like a House --
It has a Garret also
For Refuse and the Mouse.
Rehearsal to Ourselves
© Emily Dickinson
Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight --
Affords a Bliss like Murder --
Omnipotent -- Acute --
Recollect the Face of me
© Emily Dickinson
Recollect the Face of me
When in thy Felicity,
Due in Paradise today
Guest of mine assuredly --
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove
© Emily Dickinson
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove --
Till we -- are stouter --
What they -- renounced --
Till we -- are less afraid --
Rather arid delight
© Emily Dickinson
Rather arid delight
If Contentment accrue
Make an abstemious Ecstasy
Not so good as joy --
Quite empty, quite at rest,
© Emily Dickinson
Quite empty, quite at rest,
The Robin locks her Nest, and tries her Wings.
She does not know a Route
But puts her Craft about
Pursuing you in your transitions,
© Emily Dickinson
Pursuing you in your transitions,
In other Motes --
Of other Myths
Your requisition be.
The Prism never held the Hues,
It only heard them play --
Promise This -- When You be Dying --
© Emily Dickinson
Promise This -- When You be Dying --
Some shall summon Me --
Mine belong Your latest Sighing --
Mine -- to Belt Your Eye --
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn --
© Emily Dickinson
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn --
Indicatives that Suns go down --
Precious to Me -- She still shall be --
© Emily Dickinson
Precious to Me -- She still shall be --
Though She forget the name I bear --
The fashion of the Gown I wear --
The very Color of My Hair --
Power is a familiar growth --
© Emily Dickinson
Power is a familiar growth --
Not foreign -- not to be --
Beside us like a bland Abyss
In every company --
Portraits are to daily faces
© Emily Dickinson
Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine --
In a satin Vest!
Pink -- small -- and punctual --
© Emily Dickinson
Pink -- small -- and punctual --
Aromatic -- low --
Covert -- in April --
Candid -- in May --
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray
© Emily Dickinson
I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face --
I had rather dwell like her
Than be "Duke of Exeter" --
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee.
Peril as a Possesssion
© Emily Dickinson
Peril as a Possesssion
'Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There's Basis there --
Perhaps you think me stooping
© Emily Dickinson
Perhaps you think me stooping
I'm not ashamed of that
Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave --
Do those at Sacrament
