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I like a look of Agony,

© Emily Dickinson

I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true --
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe --

I hide myself within my flower,

© Emily Dickinson

I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me --
Almost a loneliness.

I held a Jewel in my fingers

© Emily Dickinson

I held a Jewel in my fingers --
And went to sleep --
The day was warm, and winds were prosy --
I said "'Twill keep" --

I haven't told my garden yet

© Emily Dickinson

I haven't told my garden yet --
Lest that should conquer me.
I haven't quite the strength now
To break it to the Bee --

I felt my life with both my hands

© Emily Dickinson

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there --
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler --

I can't tell you -- but you feel it

© Emily Dickinson

I can't tell you -- but you feel it --
Nor can you tell me --
Saints, with ravished slate and pencil
Solve our April Day!

I am alive -- I guess

© Emily Dickinson

I am alive -- I guess --
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory --
And at my finger's end --

Her breast is fit for pearls,

© Emily Dickinson

Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" --
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.

Her -- "last Poems"

© Emily Dickinson

Her -- "last Poems" --
Poets -- ended --
Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue --
Not on Record -- bubbled other,

He put the Belt around my life

© Emily Dickinson

He put the Belt around my life
I heard the Buckle snap --
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up --

He fumbles at your Soul

© Emily Dickinson

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on --
He stuns you by degrees --

Good night, because we must,

© Emily Dickinson

Good night, because we must,
How intricate the dust!
I would go, to know!
Oh incognito!

Going to Him! Happy letter!

© Emily Dickinson

Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him --
Tell Him the page I didn't write --
Tell Him -- I only said the Syntax --

God gave a Loaf to every Bird --

© Emily Dickinson

God gave a Loaf to every Bird --
But just a Crumb -- to Me --
I dare not eat it -- tho' I starve --
My poignant luxury --

Forever at His side to walk

Forever at His side to walk --
The smaller of the two!
Brain of His Brain --
Blood of His Blood --
Two lives -- One Being -- now --

Exultation is the going

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses -- past the headlands --
Into deep Eternity --

Elysium is as far as to

Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or Doom --

Dying! Dying in the night!

Dying! Dying in the night!
Won't somebody bring the light
So I can see which way to go
Into the everlasting snow?

Did life's penurious length

Did life's penurious length
Italicize its sweetness,
The men that daily live
Would stand so deep in joy

Departed -- to the Judgment --

Departed -- to the Judgment --
A Mighty Afternoon --
Great Clouds -- like Ushers -- learning --
Creation -- looking on --