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My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --

© Emily Dickinson

My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
In Corners -- till a Day
The Owner passed -- identified --
And carried Me away --

If you were coming in the Fall,

© Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.

I like to see it lap the Miles --

© Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the Miles --
And lick the Valleys up --
And stop to feed itself at Tanks --
And then -- prodigious step

I cannot live with You --

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot live with You --
It would be Life --
And Life is over there --
Behind the Shelf

How happy is the little Stone

© Emily Dickinson

How happy is the little Stone
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about Careers
And Exigencies never fears --

Snow flakes.

© Emily Dickinson

Snow flakes.I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.

I have a Bird in spring

© Emily Dickinson

I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing --
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears --
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.

Fame is a bee.

© Emily Dickinson

Fame is a bee.
It has a song --
It has a sting --
Ah, too, it has a wing.

We lose -- because we win

© Emily Dickinson

We lose -- because we win --
Gamblers -- recollecting which
Toss their dice again!

It was not Death, for I stood up,

© Emily Dickinson

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down --
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

Apparently with no surprise

© Emily Dickinson

Apparently with no surprise
To any happy Flower
The Frost beheads it at its play --
In accidental power --

Wild Nights -- Wild Nights!

© Emily Dickinson

Wild Nights -- Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

There is a word

© Emily Dickinson

There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man --
It hurls its barbed syllables

If those I loved were lost

© Emily Dickinson

If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me --
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring --

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

After great pain, a formal feeling comes --
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs --
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

We never know how high we are

We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies --

There's a certain Slant of light,

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons --
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes --

"Faith" is a fine invention

"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see --
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

This is my letter to the World

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me --
The simple News that Nature told --
With tender Majesty

There is a solitude of space

There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be