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	=Bibliographies=		=Bibliographies=
		+	* [http://old.saesfrance.org/concours/bibliographies/biblio2010/bibliographie_dickinson.pdf Bibliographie de la SAES]
		+	* recommandé par [http://anglais.u-paris10.fr/spip.php?article1014 Paris X -Nanterre ] :
		+	Robert Weisbuch, Emily Dickinson’s Poetry , U of Chicago P, 1972
		+	*Bibliographie de la BNF : http://www.bnf.fr/documents/biblio_agreg_en_2011_2.pdf (inspirée de la SAES).
-	=Edition de référence - Poèmes au programme =	+	=Ressources sur le web=
		+	*[http://edl.byu.edu/index.php A Dickinson Glossary / Lexicon]
		+	[[Category:Littérature]]
-		+	*[http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/amlit/dickpoems.html Guidelines on reading the poems]compiled by Washington State University.
		+	* [http://www.tailoredtexts.com/catalogue/author/?q=dickinson 'Dickinson'] at [http://www.tailoredtexts.com 'Tailored Texts'] - can be annotated (n.b. all annotations are public)
-	303	+	=Edition de référence - Poèmes au programme =
		+	Index des premiers vers du poème 303 page 143 au poème 348 page 166 et du poème 500 page 242 au poème 569 page 277 dans The Complete Poems. Londres, Faber and Faber, 1976.
-	The Soul selects her own Society –
-	Then – shuts the Door –	+	303 The Soul selects her own Society –
-	To her divine Majority –	+	304 The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –
-	Present no more –	+	305 The difference between Despair
-	Unmoved – she notes the Chariots – pausing –	+	306 The Soul's Superior instants
-	At her low Gate –	+	307 The One who could repeat the Summer day –
-	Unmoved – an Emperor be kneeling	+	308 I send Two Sunsets –
-	Upon her Mat –	+	309 For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –
-	I've known her – from an ample nation –	+	310 Give little Anguish -
-	Choose One –	+	311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
-	Then – close the Valves of her attention –	+	312 Her - “last Poems“ -
-	Like Stone --	+	313 I should have been too glad, I see -
		+	314 Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -
-	304	+	315 He fumbles at your Soul
-	The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –	+	316 The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today –
-	Then sprang before the Hills	+	317 Just so – Jesus – raps –
-	Like Hindered Rubies – or the Light	+	318 I'll tell you how the Sun rose –
-	A Sudden Musket – spills –	+	319 The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –
		+	320 We play at Paste –
-	The Purple could not keep the East –	+	321 Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
-	The Sunrise shook abroad	+	322 There came a Day at Summer's full,
-	Like Breadths of Topaz – packed a Night –	+	325 Of Tribulation, these are They,
-	The Lady just unrolled –	+	326 I cannot dance upon my Toes –
		+	327 Before I got my eye put out
-	The Happy Winds – their Timbrels took –	+	328 A Bird came down the Walk –
-	The Birds – in docile Rows	+	329 So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem
-	Arranged themselves around their Prince	+	330 The Juggler's Hat her Country is –
-	The Wind – is Prince of Those –	+	331 While Asters –
		+	332 There are two Ripenings – one – of sight –
-	The Orchard sparkled like a Jew –	+	333 The Grass so little has to do –
-	How mighty 'twas – to be	+	334 All the letters I can write
-	A Guest in this stupendous place –	+	335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
-	The Parlor – of the Day --	+	336 The face I carry with me – last –
		+	337 I know a place where Summer strives
-	305	+	338 I know that He exists.
-	The difference between Despair	+	339 I tend my flowers for thee –
-	And Fear – is like the One
-	Between the instant of a Wreck –	+	340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
-	And when the Wreck has been –
		+	341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
-	The Mind is smooth – no Motion –
-	Contented as the Eye	+	342 It will be Summer – eventually.
-	Upon the Forehead of a Bust –
-	That knows – it cannot see –	+	343 My Reward for Being, was This.
-	306	+	344 'Twas the old – road – through pain –
-	The Soul's Superior instants	+	345 Funny – to be a Century –
-	Occur to Her – alone –	+	346 Not probable – The barest Chance –
-	When friend – and Earth's occasion	+	347 When Night is almost done –
-	Have infinite withdrawn –	+	348 I dreaded that first Robin, so,
		+	500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird
-	Or She – Herself – ascended	+	501 This World is not Conclusion.
-	To too remote a Height	+	502 At least – to pray – is left – is left –
-	For lower Recognition
-	Than Her Omnipotent –	+	503 Better – than Music! For I – who heard it –
-	This Mortal Abolition	+	504 You know that Portrait in the Moon –
-	Is seldom – but as fair
-	As Apparition – subject	+	505 I would not paint – a picture –
-	To Autocratic Air –
		+	506 He touched me, so I live to know
-	Eternity's disclosure	+	507 She sights a Bird – she chuckles –
-	To favorites – a few –	+	508 I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs –
-	Of the Colossal substance
-	Of Immortality	+	509 If anybody's friend be dead
-	307	+	510 It was not Death, for I stood up,
-	The One who could repeat the Summer day –	+	511 If you were coming in the Fall,
-	Were greater than itself – though
-	He Minutest of Mankind should be –	+	512 The Soul has Bandaged moments –
		+	513 Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
-	And He – could reproduce the Sun –
-	At period of going down –	+	514 Her smile was shaped like other smiles –
-	The Lingering – and the Stain – I mean –
		+	515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit –
-	When Orient have been outgrown
-	And Occident – become Unknown –	+	516 Beauty – be not caused – It Is –
-	His Name – remain --
		+	517 He parts Himself – like Leaves –
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-	I send Two Sunsets –
-	Day and I – in competition ran –	+	518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
-	I finished Two – and several Stars –
-	While He – was making One –	+	519 'Twas warm – at first – like Us –
		+	520 I started Early - Took my Dog -
-	His own was ampler – but as I	+	521 Endow the Living – with the Tears –
-	Was saying to a friend –	+	522 Had I presumed to hope –
-	Mine – is the more convenient
-	To Carry in the Hand --	+	523 Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered
		+	524 Departed – to the Judgment –
		+	525 I think the Hemlock likes to stand
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-	For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –	+	526 To hear an Oriole sing
-	'Tis little I can do –
-	And yet the largest Woman's Heart	+	527 To put this World down, like a Bundle –
-	Could hold an Arrow – too –	+	528 Mine – by the Right of the White Election!
-	And so, instructed by my own,	+	529 I'm sorry for the Dead – Today –
-	I tenderer, turn Me to.	+	530 You cannot put a Fire out –
		+	531 We dream – it is good we are dreaming –
		+	532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing
		+	533 Two butterflies went out at Noon –
-	310	+	534 We see – Comparatively –
-	Give little Anguish -	+	535 She's happy, with a new Content –
-	Lives will fret -
-	Give Avalanches -	+	536 The Heart asks Pleasure – first –
-	And they'll slant -
-	Straighten – look cautious for their Breath -	+	537 Me prove it now – Whoever doubt
-	But make no syllable – like Death -
-	Who only shows his Marble Disc -
-	Sublimer sort – than Speech -	+	538 'Tis true – They shut me in the Cold –
-	c.1862
-	1924
		+	539 The Province of the Saved
-	311	+	540 I took my Power in my Hand –
		+	541 Some such Butterfly be seen
-	It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
-	It powders all the Wood.	+	542 I had no Cause to be awake –
-	It fills with Alabaster Wool
-	The Wrinkles of the Road -	+	543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech –
		+	544 The Martyr Poets – did not tell –
-	It makes an Even Face	+	545 'Tis One by One – the Father counts –
-	Of Mountain, and of Plain -	+	546 To fill a Gap
-	Unbroken Forehead from the East	+	547 I've seen a Dying Eye
-	Unto the East again -	+	548 Death is potential to that Man
		+	549 That I did always love
-	It reaches to the Fence	+	550 I cross till I am weary
-	It wraps it Rail by Rail -	+	551 There is a Shame of Nobleness –
-	Till it is lost in Fleeces -	+	552 An ignorance a Sunset
-	It deals Celestial Vail	+	553 One Crucifixion is recorded – only –
		+	554
-	To Stump, and Stack - and Stem -	+	The Black Berry – wears a Thorn in his side –
-	A Summer's empty Room -
-	Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,	+	555 Trust in the Unexpected –
-	Recordless, but for them -
		+	556 The Brain, within its Groove
-	It Ruffles Wrists of Posts	+	557 She hideth Her the last –
-	As Ankles of a Queen -
-	Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts -	+	558 But little Carmine hath her face –
-	Denying they have been -	+	559 It knew no Medicine –
-	c.1862
-	1891	+	560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation –
		+	561 I measure every Grief I meet
-	312	+	562 Conjecturing a Climate
-	Her - “last Poems“ -	+	563 I could not prove the Years had feet –
-	Poets – ended -	+	564 My period had come for Prayer –
-	Silver – perished – with her Tongue -	+	565 One Anguish – in a Crowd –
-	Not on Record – bubbled other,
-	Flute – or Woman -	+	566 A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink –
-	So divine -
-	Not unto its Summer – Morning	+	567 He gave away his Life –
-	Robin – uttered Half the Tune -
-	Gushed too free for the Adoring -	+	568 We learned the Whole of Love –
-	From the Anglo-Florentine -
-	Late – the Praise -	+	569 I reckon – when I count it all –
-	'Tis dull – conferring
-	On the Head too High to Crown -	+	[[Category: Concours - Archives]]
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-	Diadem – or Ducal Showing -	+
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-	Be its Grave – sufficient sign -	+
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-	Nought – that We – No Poet's Kinsman -	+
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-	Suffocate – with easy woe -	+
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-	What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom -	+
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-	Put Her down – in Italy?	+
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-	I should have been too glad, I see -	+
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-	Too lifted - for the scant degree	+
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-	Of Life's penurious Round -	+
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-	My little Circuit would have shamed	+
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-	This new Circumference - have blamed -	+
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-	The homelier time behind.	+
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-	I should have been too saved - I see -	+
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-	Too rescued - Fear too dim to me	+
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-	That I could spell the Prayer	+
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-	I knew so perfect – yesterday -	+
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-	That Scalding One – Sabachthani -	+
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-	Recited fluent - here -	+
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-	Earth would have been too much - I see -	+
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-	And Heaven - not enough for me -	+
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-	I should have had the Joy	+
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-	Without the fear - to justify -	+
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-	The Palm - without the Calvary -	+
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-	So Savior – Crucify -	+
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-	Defeat - whets Victory - they say -	+
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-	The Reefs - in old Gethsemane -	+
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-	Endear the Coast – beyond!	+
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-	'Tis Beggars - Banquets - can define -	+
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-	'Tis Parching - vitalizes wine -	+
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-	“Faith” bleats - to understand!	+
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-	Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -	+
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-	Sometimes – scalps a Tree -	+
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-	Her Green Peaople recollect it	+
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-	When they do not die -	+
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-	Fainter Leaves – to Further Seasons -	+
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-	Dumbly testify -	+
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-	We – who have the Souls -	+
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-	Die oftener – Not so vitally -	+
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-	He fumbles at your Soul	+
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-	As Players at the Keys	+
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-	Before they drop full Music on -	+
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-	He stuns you by degrees -	+
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-	Prepares your brittle Nature	+
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-	For the Ethereal Blow	+
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-	By fainter Hammers – further heard -	+
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-	Then nearer – Then so slow	+
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-	Your Breath has time to straighten -	+
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-	Your Brain – to bubble Cool -	+
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-	Deals – One – imperial – Thunderbolt -	+
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-	That scalps your naked Soul -	+
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-	When Winds take Forests in their Paws -	+
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-	The Universe – is still -	+
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-	The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today –	+
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-	Further than that –	+
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-	Nor stop to play with the Hay –	+
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-	Nor joggle a Hat –	+
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-	He's a transitive fellow – very –	+
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-	Rely on that –	+
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-	If He leave a Bur at the door	+
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-	We know He has climbed a Fir –	+
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-	But the Fir is Where – Declare –	+
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-	Were you ever there?	+
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-	If He brings Odors of Clovers –	+
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-	And that is His business – not Ours –	+
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-	Then He has been with the Mowers –	+
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-	Whetting away the Hours	+
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-	To sweet pauses of Hay –	+
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-	His Way – of a June Day –	+
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-	If He fling Sand, and Pebble –	+
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-	Little Boys Hats – and Stubble –	+
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-	With an occasional Steeple –	+
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-	And a hoarse "Get out of the way,	+
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-	I say," Who'd be the fool to stay?	+
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-	Would you – Say –	+
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-	Would you be the fool to stay?	+
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-	Just so – Jesus – raps –	+
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-	He – doesn't weary –	+
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-	Last – at the Knocker –	+
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-	And first – at the Bell.	+
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-	Then – on divinest tiptoe – standing –	+
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-	Might He but spy the lady's soul –	+
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-	When He – retires –	+
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-	Chilled – or weary –	+
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-	It will be ample time for – me –	+
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-	Patient – upon the steps – until then –	+
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-	Hears! I am knocking – low at thee.	+
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-	I'll tell you how the Sun rose –	+
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-	A Ribbon at a time –	+
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-	The Steeples swam in Amethyst –	+
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-	The news, like Squirrels, ran –	+
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-	The Hills untied their Bonnets –	+
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-	The Bobolinks – begun –	+
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-	Then I said softly to myself –	+
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-	"That must have been the Sun"!	+
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-	But how he set – I know not –	+
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-	There seemed a purple stile	+
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-	That little Yellow boys and girls	+
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-	Were climbing all the while –	+
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-	Till when they reached the other side,	+
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-	A Dominie in Gray –	+
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-	Put gently up the evening Bars –	+
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-	And led the flock away –	+
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-	The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –	+
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-	The Heaven we chase,	+
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-	Like the June Bee – before the School Boy,	+
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-	Invites the Race –	+
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-	Stoops – to an easy Clover –	+
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-	Dips – evades – teases – deploys –	+
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-	Then – to the Royal Clouds	+
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-	Lifts his light Pinnace –	+
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-	Heedless of the Boy –	+
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-	Staring – bewildered – at the mocking sky –	+
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-	Homesick for steadfast Honey –	+
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-	Ah, the Bee flies not	+
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-	That brews that rare variety!	+
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-	We play at Paste –	+
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-	Till qualified, for Pearl –	+
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-	Then, drop the Paste –	+
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-	And deem ourself a fool –	+
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-	The Shapes – though – were similar –	+
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-	And our new Hands	+
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-	Learned Gem-Tactics –	+
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-	Practicing Sands –	+
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-	Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,	+
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-	There's not a Charge to me	+
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-	Like that old measure in the Boughs –	+
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-	That phraseless Melody –	+
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-	The Wind does – working like a Hand,	+
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-	Whose fingers Comb the Sky –	+
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-	Then quiver down – with tufts of Tune –	+
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-	Permitted Gods, and me –	+
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-	Inheritance, it is, to us –	+
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-	Beyond the Art to Earn –	+
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-	Beyond the trait to take away	+
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-	By Robber, since the Gain	+
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-	Is gotten not of fingers –	+
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-	And inner than the Bone –	+
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-	Hid golden, for the whole of Days,	+
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-	And even in the Urn,	+
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-	I cannot vouch the merry Dust	+
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-	Do not arise and play	+
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-	In some odd fashion of its own,	+
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-	Some quainter Holiday,	+
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-	When Winds go round and round in Bands –	+
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-	And thrum upon the door,	+
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-	And Birds take places, overhead,	+
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-	To bear them Orchestra.	+
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-	I crave Him grace of Summer Boughs,	+
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-	If such an Outcast be –	+
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-	Who never heard that fleshless Chant –	+
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-	Rise – solemn – on the Tree,	+
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-	As if some Caravan of Sound	+
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-	Off Deserts, in the Sky,	+
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-	Had parted Rank,	+
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-	Then knit, and swept –	+
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-	In Seamless Company –	+
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-	There came a Day at Summer's full,	+
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-	Entirely for me –	+
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-	I thought that such were for the Saints,	+
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-	Where Resurrections – be –	+
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-	The Sun, as common, went abroad,	+
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-	The flowers, accustomed, blew,	+
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-	As if no soul the solstice passed	+
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-	That maketh all things new –	+
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-	The time was scarce profaned, by speech –	+
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-	The symbol of a word	+
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-	Was needless, as at Sacrament,	+
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-	The Wardrobe – of our Lord –	+
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-	Each was to each The Sealed Church,	+
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-	Permitted to commune this – time –	+
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-	Lest we too awkward show	+
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-	At Supper of the Lamb.	+
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-	The Hours slid fast – as Hours will,	+
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-	Clutched tight, by greedy hands –	+
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-	So faces on two Decks, look back,	+
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-	Bound to opposing lands –	+
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-	And so when all the time had leaked,	+
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-	Without external sound	+
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-	Each bound the Other's Crucifix –	+
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-	We gave no other Bond –	+
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-	Sufficient troth, that we shall rise –	+
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-	Deposed – at length, the Grave –	+
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-	To that new Marriage,	+
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-	Justified – through Calvaries of Love –	+
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-	As if I asked a common Alms,	+
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-	And in my wondering hand	+
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-	A Stranger pressed a Kingdom,	+
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-	And I, bewildered, stand –	+
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-	As if I asked the Orient	+
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-	Had it for me a Morn –	+
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-	And it should lift its purple Dikes,	+
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-	And shatter me with Dawn!	+
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-	Of Tribulation, these are They,	+
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-	Denoted by the White –	+
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-	The Spangled Gowns, a lesser	+
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-	Rank Of Victors – designate –	+
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-	All these – did conquer –	+
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-	But the ones who overcame most times –	+
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-	Wear nothing commoner than Snow –	+
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-	No Ornament, but Palms –	+
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-	Surrender – is a sort unknown –	+
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-	On this superior soil –	+
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-	Defeat – an outgrown Anguish –	+
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-	Remembered, as the Mile	+
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-	Our panting Ankle barely passed –	+
-		+
-	When Night devoured the Road –	+
-		+
-	But we – stood whispering in the House –	+
-		+
-	And all we said – was "Saved"!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	325	+
-		+
-	Of Tribulation, these are They,	+
-		+
-	Denoted by the White –	+
-		+
-	The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank	+
-		+
-	Of Victors – designate –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	All these – did conquer –	+
-		+
-	But the ones who overcame most times –	+
-		+
-	Wear nothing commoner than Snow –	+
-		+
-	No Ornament, but Palms –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Surrender – is a sort unknown –	+
-		+
-	On this superior soil –	+
-		+
-	Defeat – an outgrown Anguish –	+
-		+
-	Remembered, as the Mile	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Our panting Ankle barely passed –	+
-		+
-	When Night devoured the Road –	+
-		+
-	But we – stood whispering in the House –	+
-		+
-	And all we said – was "Saved"!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
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-	326	+
-		+
-	I cannot dance upon my Toes –	+
-		+
-	No Man instructed me –	+
-		+
-	But oftentimes, among my mind,	+
-		+
-	A Glee possesseth me,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	That had I Ballet knowledge –	+
-		+
-	Would put itself abroad	+
-		+
-	In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe –	+
-		+
-	Or lay a Prima, mad,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And though I had no Gown of Gauze –	+
-		+
-	No Ringlet, to my Hair,	+
-		+
-	Nor hopped to Audiences – like Birds,	+
-		+
-	One Claw upon the Air,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,	+
-		+
-	Nor rolled on wheels of snow	+
-		+
-	Till I was out of sight, in sound,	+
-		+
-	The House encore me so –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Nor any know I know the Art	+
-		+
-	I mention – easy – Here –	+
-		+
-	Nor any Placard boast me –	+
-		+
-	It's full as Opera –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	327	+
-		+
-	Before I got my eye put out	+
-		+
-	I liked as well to see –	+
-		+
-	As other Creatures, that have Eyes	+
-		+
-	And know no other way –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But were it told to me – Today –	+
-		+
-	That I might have the sky	+
-		+
-	For mine – I tell you that my Heart	+
-		+
-	Would split, for size of me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Meadows – mine –	+
-		+
-	The Mountains – mine –	+
-		+
-	All Forests – Stintless Stars –	+
-		+
-	As much of Noon as I could take	+
-		+
-	Between my finite eyes –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Motions of the Dipping Birds –	+
-		+
-	The Morning's Amber Road –	+
-		+
-	For mine – to look at when I liked –	+
-		+
-	The News would strike me dead –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	So safer – guess – with just my soul	+
-		+
-	Upon the Window pane –	+
-		+
-	Where other Creatures put their eyes –	+
-		+
-	Incautious – of the Sun –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
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-	328	+
-		+
-	A Bird came down the Walk –	+
-		+
-	He did not know I saw –	+
-		+
-	He bit an Angleworm in halves	+
-		+
-	And ate the fellow, raw,	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then he drank a Dew	+
-		+
-	From a convenient Grass –	+
-		+
-	And then hopped sidewise to the Wall	+
-		+
-	To let a Beetle pass –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	He glanced with rapid eyes	+
-		+
-	That hurried all around –	+
-		+
-	They looked like frightened Beads, I thought –	+
-		+
-	He stirred his Velvet Head	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Like one in danger, Cautious,	+
-		+
-	I offered him a Crumb	+
-		+
-	And he unrolled his feathers	+
-		+
-	And rowed him softer home –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Than Oars divide the Ocean,	+
-		+
-	Too silver for a seam –	+
-		+
-	Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon	+
-		+
-	Leap, plashless as they swim.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	329	+
-		+
-	So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem	+
-		+
-	'Twas sorry, that we were –	+
-		+
-	For where the Holiday should be	+
-		+
-	There publishes a Tear –	+
-		+
-	Nor how Ourselves be justified –	+
-		+
-	Since Grief and Joy are done	+
-		+
-	So similar – An Optizan	+
-		+
-	Could not decide between –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	330	+
-		+
-	The Juggler's Hat her Country is –	+
-		+
-	The Mountain Gorse – the Bee's!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	331	+
-		+
-	While Asters –	+
-		+
-	On the Hill –	+
-		+
-	Their Everlasting fashions – set –	+
-		+
-	And Covenant Gentians – Frill!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	332	+
-		+
-	There are two Ripenings – one – of sight –	+
-		+
-	Whose forces Spheric wind	+
-		+
-	Until the Velvet product	+
-		+
-	Drop spicy to the ground –	+
-		+
-	A homelier maturing –	+
-		+
-	A process in the Bur –	+
-		+
-	That teeth of Frosts alone disclose	+
-		+
-	In far October Air.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	333	+
-		+
-	The Grass so little has to do –	+
-		+
-	A Sphere of simple Green –	+
-		+
-	With only Butterflies to brood	+
-		+
-	And Bees to entertain –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And stir all day to pretty Tunes	+
-		+
-	The Breezes fetch along –	+
-		+
-	And hold the Sunshine in its lap	+
-		+
-	And bow to everything –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls –	+
-		+
-	And make itself so fine	+
-		+
-	A Duchess were too common	+
-		+
-	For such a noticing –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And even when it dies – to pass	+
-		+
-	In Odors so divine –	+
-		+
-	Like Lowly spices, lain to sleep –	+
-		+
-	Or Spikenards, perishing –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then, in Sovereign Barns to dwell –	+
-		+
-	And dream the Days away,	+
-		+
-	The Grass so little has to do	+
-		+
-	I wish I were a Hay –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	334	+
-		+
-	All the letters I can write	+
-		+
-	Are not fair as this –	+
-		+
-	Syllables of Velvet –	+
-		+
-	Sentences of Plush,	+
-		+
-	Depths of Ruby, undrained,	+
-		+
-	Hid, Lip, for Thee –	+
-		+
-	Play it were a Humming Bird –	+
-		+
-	And just sipped – me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	335	+
-		+
-	'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –	+
-		+
-	'Tis Living – hurts us more –	+
-		+
-	But Dying – is a different way –	+
-		+
-	A Kind behind the Door –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Southern Custom – of the Bird –	+
-		+
-	That ere the Frosts are due –	+
-		+
-	Accepts a better Latitude –	+
-		+
-	We – are the Birds – that stay.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Shrivers round Farmers' doors –	+
-		+
-	For whose reluctant Crumb –	+
-		+
-	We stipulate – till pitying	+
-		+
-	Snows Persuade our Feathers Home.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	336	+
-		+
-	The face I carry with me – last –	+
-		+
-	When I go out of Time –	+
-		+
-	To take my Rank – by – in the West –	+
-		+
-	That face – will just be thine –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I'll hand it to the Angel –	+
-		+
-	That – Sir – was my Degree –	+
-		+
-	In Kingdoms – you have heard the Raised –	+
-		+
-	Refer to – possibly.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	He'll take it – scan it – step aside –	+
-		+
-	Return – with such a crown	+
-		+
-	As Gabriel – never capered at –	+
-		+
-	And beg me put it on –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And then – he'll turn me round and round –	+
-		+
-	To an admiring sky –	+
-		+
-	As one that bore her Master's name –	+
-		+
-	Sufficient Royalty!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	337	+
-		+
-	I know a place where Summer strives	+
-		+
-	With such a practised Frost –	+
-		+
-	She – each year – leads her Daisies back –	+
-		+
-	Recording briefly – "Lost" –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But when the South Wind stirs the Pools	+
-		+
-	And struggles in the lanes –	+
-		+
-	Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow –	+
-		+
-	And she pours soft Refrains	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Into the lap of Adamant –	+
-		+
-	And spices – and the Dew –	+
-		+
-	That stiffens quietly to Quartz –	+
-		+
-	Upon her Amber Shoe –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	338	+
-		+
-	I know that He exists.	+
-		+
-	Somewhere – in Silence –	+
-		+
-	He has hid his rare life	+
-		+
-	From our gross eyes.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	'Tis an instant's play.	+
-		+
-	'Tis a fond Ambush –	+
-		+
-	Just to make Bliss	+
-		+
-	Earn her own surprise!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But – should the play	+
-		+
-	Prove piercing earnest –	+
-		+
-	Should the glee – glaze –	+
-		+
-	In Death's – stiff – stare –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Would not the fun	+
-		+
-	Look too expensive!	+
-		+
-	Would not the jest –	+
-		+
-	Have crawled too far!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	339	+
-		+
-	I tend my flowers for thee –	+
-		+
-	Bright Absentee!	+
-		+
-	My Fuchsia's Coral Seams	+
-		+
-	Rip – while the Sower – dreams –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Geraniums – tint – and spot –	+
-		+
-	Low Daisies – dot –	+
-		+
-	My Cactus – splits her Beard	+
-		+
-	To show her throat –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Carnations – tip their spice –	+
-		+
-	And Bees – pick up –	+
-		+
-	A Hyacinth – I hid –	+
-		+
-	Puts out a Ruffled Head –	+
-		+
-	And odors fall	+
-		+
-	From flasks – so small –	+
-		+
-	You marvel how they held –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Globe Roses – break their satin glake –	+
-		+
-	Upon my Garden floor –	+
-		+
-	Yet – thou – not there –	+
-		+
-	I had as lief they bore	+
-		+
-	No Crimson – more –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Thy flower – be gay –	+
-		+
-	Her Lord – away!	+
-		+
-	It ill becometh me –	+
-		+
-	I'll dwell in Calyx –	+
-		+
-	Gray – How modestly – alway –	+
-		+
-	Thy Daisy –	+
-		+
-	Draped for thee!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	340	+
-		+
-	Is Bliss then, such Abyss,	+
-		+
-	I must not put my foot amiss	+
-		+
-	For fear I spoil my shoe?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I'd rather suit my foot	+
-		+
-	Than save my Boot –	+
-		+
-	For yet to buy another Pair	+
-		+
-	Is possible,	+
-		+
-	At any store –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	But Bliss, is sold just once.	+
-		+
-	The Patent lost	+
-		+
-	None buy it any more –	+
-		+
-	Say, Foot, decide the point –	+
-		+
-	The Lady cross, or not?	+
-		+
-	Verdict for Boot!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	341	+
-		+
-	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?	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Feet, mechanical, go round –	+
-		+
-	Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –	+
-		+
-	A Wooden way	+
-		+
-	Regardless grown,	+
-		+
-	A Quartz contentment, like a stone –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	This is the Hour of Lead –	+
-		+
-	Remembered, if outlived,	+
-		+
-	As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –	+
-		+
-	First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	342	+
-		+
-	It will be Summer – eventually.	+
-		+
-	Ladies – with parasols –	+
-		+
-	Sauntering Gentlemen – with Canes –	+
-		+
-	And little Girls – with Dolls –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Will tint the pallid landscape –	+
-		+
-	As 'twere a bright Bouquet –	+
-		+
-	Thro' drifted deep, in Parian –	+
-		+
-	The Village lies – today –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Lilacs – bending many a year –	+
-		+
-	Will sway with purple load –	+
-		+
-	The Bees – will not despise the tune –	+
-		+
-	Their Forefathers – have hummed –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	The Wild Rose – redden in the Bog –	+
-		+
-	The Aster – on the Hill	+
-		+
-	Her everlasting fashion – set –	+
-		+
-	And Covenant Gentians – frill –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Till Summer folds her miracle –	+
-		+
-	As Women – do – their Gown –	+
-		+
-	Of Priests – adjust the Symbols –	+
-		+
-	When Sacrament – is done –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	343	+
-		+
-	My Reward for Being, was This.	+
-		+
-	My premium – My Bliss –	+
-		+
-	An Admiralty, less –	+
-		+
-	A Sceptre – penniless –	+
-		+
-	And Realms – just Dross –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	When Thrones accost my Hands –	+
-		+
-	With "Me, Miss, Me" –	+
-		+
-	I'll unroll Thee –	+
-		+
-	Dominions dowerless – beside this Grace –	+
-		+
-	Election – Vote –	+
-		+
-	The Ballots of Eternity, will show just that.	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	344	+
-		+
-	'Twas the old – road – through pain –	+
-		+
-	That unfrequented – one –	+
-		+
-	With many a turn – and thorn –	+
-		+
-	That stops – at Heaven –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	This – was the Town – she passed –	+
-		+
-	There – where she – rested – last –	+
-		+
-	Then – stepped more fast –	+
-		+
-	The little tracks – close prest –	+
-		+
-	Then – not so swift –	+
-		+
-	Slow – slow – as feet did weary – grow –	+
-		+
-	Then – stopped – no other track!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Wait! Look! Her little Book –	+
-		+
-	The leaf – at love – turned back –	+
-		+
-	Her very Hat –	+
-		+
-	And this worn shoe just fits the track –	+
-		+
-	Herself – though – fled!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	Another bed – a short one –	+
-		+
-	Women make – tonight –	+
-		+
-	In Chambers bright –	+
-		+
-	Too out of sight – though –	+
-		+
-	For our hoarse Good Night –	+
-		+
-	To touch her Head!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	345	+
-		+
-	Funny – to be a Century –	+
-		+
-	And see the People – going by –	+
-		+
-	I – should die of the Oddity –	+
-		+
-	But then – I'm not so staid – as He –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	He keeps His Secrets safely – very –	+
-		+
-	Were He to tell – extremely sorry	+
-		+
-	This Bashful Globe of Ours would be –	+
-		+
-	So dainty of Publicity –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	346	+
-		+
-	Not probable – The barest Chance –	+
-		+
-	A smile too few – a word too much	+
-		+
-	And far from Heaven as the Rest –	+
-		+
-	The Soul so close on Paradise –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	What if the Bird from journey far –	+
-		+
-	Confused by Sweets – as Mortals – are –	+
-		+
-	Forget the secret of His wing	+
-		+
-	And perish – but a Bough between –	+
-		+
-	Oh, Groping feet – Oh Phantom Queen!	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	347	+
-		+
-	When Night is almost done –	+
-		+
-	And Sunrise grows so near	+
-		+
-	That we can touch the Spaces –	+
-		+
-	It's time to smooth the Hair –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	And get the Dimples ready –	+
-		+
-	And wonder we could care	+
-		+
-	For that old – faded Midnight –	+
-		+
-	That frightened – but an Hour –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	348	+
-		+
-	I dreaded that first Robin, so,	+
-		+
-	But He is mastered, now,	+
-		+
-	I'm accustomed to Him grown,	+
-		+
-	He hurts a little, though –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I thought If I could only live	+
-		+
-	Till that first Shout got by –	+
-		+
-	Not all Pianos in the Woods	+
-		+
-	Had power to mangle me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I dared not meet the Daffodils –	+
-		+
-	For fear their Yellow Gown	+
-		+
-	Would pierce me with a fashion	+
-		+
-	So foreign to my own –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I wished the Grass would hurry –	+
-		+
-	So – when 'twas time to see –	+
-		+
-	He'd be too tall, the tallest one	+
-		+
-	Could stretch – to look at me –	+
-		+
-		+
-		+
-	I could not bear the Bees should come,	+
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-	I wished they'd stay away	+
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-	In those dim countries where they go,	+
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-	What word had they, for me?	+
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-	They're here, though; not a creature failed –	+
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-	No Blossom stayed away	+
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-	In gentle deference to me –	+
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-	The Queen of Calvary –	+
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-	Each one salutes me, as he goes,	+
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-	And I, my childish Plumes,	+
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-	Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment	+
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-	Of their unthinking Drums –	+
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-	500	+
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-	Within my Garden, rides a Bird	+
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-	Upon a single Wheel –	+
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-	Whose spokes a dizzy Music make	+
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-	As 'twere a travelling Mill –	+
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-	He never stops, but slackens	+
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-	Above the Ripest Rose –	+
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-	Partakes without alighting	+
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-	And praises as he goes,	+
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-	Till every spice is tasted –	+
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-	And then his Fairy Gig	+
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-	Reels in remoter atmospheres –	+
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-	And I rejoin my Dog,	+
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-	And He and I, perplex us	+
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-	If positive, 'twere we –	+
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-	Or bore the Garden in the Brain	+
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-	This Curiosity –	+
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-	But He, the best Logician,	+
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-	Refers my clumsy eye –	+
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-	To just vibrating Blossoms!	+
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-	An Exquisite Reply!	+
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Bibliographies

• Bibliographie de la SAES
• recommandé par Paris X -Nanterre  :

Robert Weisbuch, Emily Dickinson’s Poetry , U of Chicago P, 1972

• Bibliographie de la BNF : http://www.bnf.fr/documents/biblio_agreg_en_2011_2.pdf (inspirée de la SAES).

Ressources sur le web

• A Dickinson Glossary / Lexicon

• Guidelines on reading the poemscompiled by Washington State University.

• 'Dickinson' at 'Tailored Texts' - can be annotated (n.b. all annotations are public)

Edition de référence - Poèmes au programme

Index des premiers vers du poème 303 page 143 au poème 348 page 166 et du poème 500 page 242 au poème 569 page 277 dans The Complete Poems. Londres, Faber and Faber, 1976.

303 The Soul selects her own Society –

304 The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –

305 The difference between Despair

306 The Soul's Superior instants

307 The One who could repeat the Summer day –

308 I send Two Sunsets –

309 For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –

310 Give little Anguish -

311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves -

312 Her - “last Poems“ -

313 I should have been too glad, I see -

314 Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -

315 He fumbles at your Soul

316 The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today –

317 Just so – Jesus – raps –

318 I'll tell you how the Sun rose –

319 The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –

320 We play at Paste –

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,

322 There came a Day at Summer's full,

325 Of Tribulation, these are They,

326 I cannot dance upon my Toes –

327 Before I got my eye put out

328 A Bird came down the Walk –

329 So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem

330 The Juggler's Hat her Country is –

331 While Asters –

332 There are two Ripenings – one – of sight –

333 The Grass so little has to do –

334 All the letters I can write

335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –

336 The face I carry with me – last –

337 I know a place where Summer strives

338 I know that He exists.

339 I tend my flowers for thee –

340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss,

341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes –

342 It will be Summer – eventually.

343 My Reward for Being, was This.

344 'Twas the old – road – through pain –

345 Funny – to be a Century –

346 Not probable – The barest Chance –

347 When Night is almost done –

348 I dreaded that first Robin, so,

500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird

501 This World is not Conclusion.

502 At least – to pray – is left – is left –

503 Better – than Music! For I – who heard it –

504 You know that Portrait in the Moon –

505 I would not paint – a picture –

506 He touched me, so I live to know

507 She sights a Bird – she chuckles –

508 I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs –

509 If anybody's friend be dead

510 It was not Death, for I stood up,

511 If you were coming in the Fall,

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments –

513 Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,

514 Her smile was shaped like other smiles –

515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit –

516 Beauty – be not caused – It Is –

517 He parts Himself – like Leaves –

518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night

519 'Twas warm – at first – like Us –

520 I started Early - Took my Dog -

521 Endow the Living – with the Tears –

522 Had I presumed to hope –

523 Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered

524 Departed – to the Judgment –

525 I think the Hemlock likes to stand

526 To hear an Oriole sing

527 To put this World down, like a Bundle –

528 Mine – by the Right of the White Election!

529 I'm sorry for the Dead – Today –

530 You cannot put a Fire out –

531 We dream – it is good we are dreaming –

532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing

533 Two butterflies went out at Noon –

534 We see – Comparatively –

535 She's happy, with a new Content –

536 The Heart asks Pleasure – first –

537 Me prove it now – Whoever doubt

538 'Tis true – They shut me in the Cold –

539 The Province of the Saved

540 I took my Power in my Hand –

541 Some such Butterfly be seen

542 I had no Cause to be awake –

543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech –

544 The Martyr Poets – did not tell –

545 'Tis One by One – the Father counts –

546 To fill a Gap

547 I've seen a Dying Eye

548 Death is potential to that Man

549 That I did always love

550 I cross till I am weary

551 There is a Shame of Nobleness –

552 An ignorance a Sunset

553 One Crucifixion is recorded – only –

554

The Black Berry – wears a Thorn in his side –

555 Trust in the Unexpected –

556 The Brain, within its Groove

557 She hideth Her the last –

558 But little Carmine hath her face –

559 It knew no Medicine –

560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation –

561 I measure every Grief I meet

562 Conjecturing a Climate

563 I could not prove the Years had feet –

564 My period had come for Prayer –

565 One Anguish – in a Crowd –

566 A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink –

567 He gave away his Life –

568 We learned the Whole of Love –

569 I reckon – when I count it all –