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It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
© Emily Dickinson
It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
I heard it hit the Ground --
And go to pieces on the Stones
At bottom of my Mind --
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
© Emily Dickinson
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not feel the Anguish go --
But only knew by looking back --
That something -- had benumbed the Track --
It can't be "Summer"!
© Emily Dickinson
It can't be "Summer"!
That -- got through!
It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"!
There's that long town of White -- to cross --
It came his turn to beg --
© Emily Dickinson
It came his turn to beg --
The begging for the life
Is different from another Alms
'Tis Penury in Chief --
It came at last but prompter Death
© Emily Dickinson
It came at last but prompter Death
Had occupied the House --
His pallid Furniture arranged
And his metallic Peace --
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon --
© Emily Dickinson
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon --
The Flower -- distinct and Red --
I, passing, thought another Noon
Another in its stead
It always felt to me -- a wrong
© Emily Dickinson
It always felt to me -- a wrong
To that Old Moses -- done --
To let him see -- the Canaan --
Without the entering --
Is it dead -- Find it
© Emily Dickinson
Is it dead -- Find it --
Out of sound -- Out of sight --
"Happy"? Which is wiser --
You, or the Wind?
"Conscious"? Won't you ask that --
Of the low Ground?
Is Heaven a Physician?
© Emily Dickinson
Is Heaven a Physician?
They say that He can heal --
But Medicine Posthumous
Is unavailable --
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
© Emily Dickinson
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
I must not put my foot amiss
For fear I spoil my shoe?
In thy long Paradise of Light
© Emily Dickinson
In thy long Paradise of Light
No moment will there be
When I shall long for Earthly Play
And mortal Company --
In many and reportless places
© Emily Dickinson
In many and reportless places
We feel a Joy --
Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature
Or Deity --
In lands I never saw -- they say
© Emily Dickinson
In lands I never saw -- they say
Immortal Alps look down --
Whose Bonnets touch the firmament --
Whose Sandals touch the town --
In falling Timbers buried --
© Emily Dickinson
In falling Timbers buried --
There breathed a Man --
Outside -- the spades -- were plying --
The Lungs -- within --
Impossibility, like Wine
© Emily Dickinson
Impossibility, like Wine
Exhilarates the Man
Who tastes it; Possibility
Is flavorless -- Combine
Immured in Heaven!
© Emily Dickinson
Immured in Heaven!
What a Cell!
Let every Bondage be,
Thou sweetest of the Universe,
Like that which ravished thee!
Immortal is an ample word
© Emily Dickinson
Immortal is an ample word
When what we need is by
But when it leaves us for a time
'Tis a necessity.
Image of Light, Adieu --
© Emily Dickinson
Image of Light, Adieu --
Thanks for the interview --
So long -- so short --
Preceptor of the whole --
Coeval Cardinal --
Impart -- Depart --
If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
© Emily Dickinson
If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
How is it with the Sea?
The only Vessel that is shunned
Is safe -- Simplicity --
If What we could -- were what we would
© Emily Dickinson
If What we could -- were what we would --
Criterion -- be small --
It is the Ultimate of Talk --
The Impotence to Tell --
