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Abraham to kill him --
© Emily Dickinson
Abraham to kill him --
Was distinctly told --
Isaac was an Urchin --
Abraham was old --
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier
© Emily Dickinson
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier
And an effaceless "Few" are lifted there --
Nay -- lift themselves -- Fame has no Arms --
And but one smile -- that meagres Balms --
A Word made Flesh is seldom
© Emily Dickinson
A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
A Word dropped careless on a Page
© Emily Dickinson
A Word dropped careless on a Page
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
A winged spark doth soar about --
© Emily Dickinson
A winged spark doth soar about --
I never met it near
For Lightning it is oft mistook
When nights are hot and sere --
A Wind that rose
© Emily Dickinson
A Wind that rose
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
© Emily Dickinson
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
That threatened it -- did run
And crouched behind his Yellow Door
Was the defiant sun --
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be
© Emily Dickinson
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be --
Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me?
At Midnight, I am but a Maid,
How short it takes to make a Bride --
Then -- Midnight, I have passed from thee
Unto the East, and Victory --
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
© Emily Dickinson
A Weight with Needles on the pounds --
To push, and pierce, besides --
That if the Flesh resist the Heft --
The puncture -- coolly tries --
A Visitor in Marl
© Emily Dickinson
A Visitor in Marl --
Who influences Flowers --
Till they are orderly as Busts --
And Elegant -- as Glass --
A train went through a burial gate,
© Emily Dickinson
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;
A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true!
© Emily Dickinson
A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true!
Its fee -- to be of Gold --
Had Nature -- in Her monstrous House
A single Ragged Child --
A Toad, can die of Light --
© Emily Dickinson
Life -- is a different Thing --
So measure Wine --
Naked of Flask -- Naked of Cask --
Bare Rhine --
Which Ruby's mine?
A throe upon the features
© Emily Dickinson
A throe upon the features --
A hurry in the breath --
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death" --
A still -- Volcano -- Life --
© Emily Dickinson
A still -- Volcano -- Life --
That flickered in the night --
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight --
A stagnant pleasure like a Pool
© Emily Dickinson
A stagnant pleasure like a Pool
That lets its Rushes grow
Until they heedless tumble in
And make the Water slow
A Spider sewed at Night
© Emily Dickinson
A Spider sewed at Night
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of White.
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
© Emily Dickinson
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
And thought it very nice
I think, because his empty Plate
Was handed Nature twice --
A South Wind -- has a pathos
© Emily Dickinson
A South Wind -- has a pathos
Of individual Voice --
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.
A something in a summer's Day
© Emily Dickinson
A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
