Dickinson (Emily), The Complete Poems
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I tenderer, turn Me to. | I tenderer, turn Me to. | ||
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+ | Give little Anguish - | ||
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+ | Lives will fret - | ||
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+ | Give Avalanches - | ||
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+ | And they'll slant - | ||
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+ | Straighten – look cautious for their Breath - | ||
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+ | But make no syllable – like Death - | ||
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+ | Who only shows his Marble Disc - | ||
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+ | Sublimer sort – than Speech - | ||
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+ | c.1862 | ||
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+ | 1924 | ||
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+ | 311 | ||
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+ | It sifts from Leaden Sieves - | ||
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+ | It powders all the Wood. | ||
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+ | It fills with Alabaster Wool | ||
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+ | The Wrinkles of the Road - | ||
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+ | It makes an Even Face | ||
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+ | Of Mountain, and of Plain - | ||
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+ | Unbroken Forehead from the East | ||
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+ | Unto the East again - | ||
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+ | |||
+ | It reaches to the Fence | ||
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+ | It wraps it Rail by Rail - | ||
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+ | Till it is lost in Fleeces - | ||
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+ | It deals Celestial Vail | ||
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+ | To Stump, and Stack - and Stem - | ||
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+ | A Summer's empty Room - | ||
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+ | Acres of Joints, where Harvests were, | ||
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+ | Recordless, but for them - | ||
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+ | It Ruffles Wrists of Posts | ||
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+ | As Ankles of a Queen - | ||
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+ | Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts - | ||
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+ | Denying they have been - | ||
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+ | c.1862 | ||
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+ | 1891 | ||
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+ | 312 | ||
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+ | Her - “last Poems“ - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Poets – ended - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Silver – perished – with her Tongue - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not on Record – bubbled other, | ||
+ | |||
+ | Flute – or Woman - | ||
+ | |||
+ | So divine - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Not unto its Summer – Morning | ||
+ | |||
+ | Robin – uttered Half the Tune - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Gushed too free for the Adoring - | ||
+ | |||
+ | From the Anglo-Florentine - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Late – the Praise - | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'Tis dull – conferring | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the Head too High to Crown - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Diadem – or Ducal Showing - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Be its Grave – sufficient sign - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nought – that We – No Poet's Kinsman - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Suffocate – with easy woe - | ||
+ | |||
+ | What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Put Her down – in Italy? | ||
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+ | c.1862 | ||
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+ | 1914 | ||
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+ | 313 | ||
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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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | This new Circumference - have blamed - | ||
+ | |||
+ | The homelier time behind. | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | I should have been too saved - I see - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Too rescued - Fear too dim to me | ||
+ | |||
+ | That I could spell the Prayer | ||
+ | |||
+ | I knew so perfect – yesterday - | ||
+ | |||
+ | That Scalding One – Sabachthani - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Recited fluent - here - | ||
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+ | |||
+ | Earth would have been too much - I see - | ||
+ | |||
+ | And Heaven - not enough for me - | ||
+ | |||
+ | I should have had the Joy | ||
+ | |||
+ | Without the fear - to justify - | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Palm - without the Calvary - | ||
+ | |||
+ | So Savior – Crucify - | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Defeat - whets Victory - they say - | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Reefs - in old Gethsemane - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Endear the Coast – beyond! | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'Tis Beggars - Banquets - can define - | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'Tis Parching - vitalizes wine - | ||
+ | |||
+ | “Faith” bleats - to understand! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | c.1862 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 1891 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | 314 | ||
+ | |||
+ | Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sometimes – scalps a Tree - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Her Green Peaople recollect it | ||
+ | |||
+ | When they do not die - | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Fainter Leaves – to Further Seasons - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Dumbly testify - | ||
+ | |||
+ | We – who have the Souls - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Die oftener – Not so vitally - | ||
+ | |||
+ | c.1862 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 1945 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | 315 | ||
+ | |||
+ | He fumbles at your Soul | ||
+ | |||
+ | As Players at the Keys | ||
+ | |||
+ | Before they drop full Music on - | ||
+ | |||
+ | He stuns you by degrees - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Prepares your brittle Nature | ||
+ | |||
+ | For the Ethereal Blow | ||
+ | |||
+ | By fainter Hammers – further heard - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Then nearer – Then so slow | ||
+ | |||
+ | Your Breath has time to straighten - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Your Brain – to bubble Cool - | ||
+ | |||
+ | Deals – One – imperial – Thunderbolt - | ||
+ | |||
+ | That scalps your naked Soul - | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | When Winds take Forests in their Paws - | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Universe – is still - | ||
+ | |||
+ | c.1862 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 1896 | ||
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303
The Soul selects her own Society –
Then – shuts the Door –
To her divine Majority –
Present no more –
Unmoved – she notes the Chariots – pausing –
At her low Gate –
Unmoved – an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat –
I've known her – from an ample nation –
Choose One –
Then – close the Valves of her attention –
Like Stone --
304
The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –
Then sprang before the Hills
Like Hindered Rubies – or the Light
A Sudden Musket – spills –
The Purple could not keep the East –
The Sunrise shook abroad
Like Breadths of Topaz – packed a Night –
The Lady just unrolled –
The Happy Winds – their Timbrels took –
The Birds – in docile Rows
Arranged themselves around their Prince
The Wind – is Prince of Those –
The Orchard sparkled like a Jew –
How mighty 'twas – to be
A Guest in this stupendous place –
The Parlor – of the Day --
305
The difference between Despair
And Fear – is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck –
And when the Wreck has been –
The Mind is smooth – no Motion –
Contented as the Eye
Upon the Forehead of a Bust –
That knows – it cannot see –
306
The Soul's Superior instants
Occur to Her – alone –
When friend – and Earth's occasion
Have infinite withdrawn –
Or She – Herself – ascended
To too remote a Height
For lower Recognition
Than Her Omnipotent –
This Mortal Abolition
Is seldom – but as fair
As Apparition – subject
To Autocratic Air –
Eternity's disclosure
To favorites – a few –
Of the Colossal substance
Of Immortality
307
The One who could repeat the Summer day –
Were greater than itself – though
He Minutest of Mankind should be –
And He – could reproduce the Sun –
At period of going down –
The Lingering – and the Stain – I mean –
When Orient have been outgrown
And Occident – become Unknown –
His Name – remain --
308 I send Two Sunsets –
Day and I – in competition ran –
I finished Two – and several Stars –
While He – was making One –
His own was ampler – but as I
Was saying to a friend –
Mine – is the more convenient
To Carry in the Hand --
309
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –
'Tis little I can do –
And yet the largest Woman's Heart
Could hold an Arrow – too –
And so, instructed by my own,
I tenderer, turn Me to.
310
Give little Anguish -
Lives will fret -
Give Avalanches -
And they'll slant -
Straighten – look cautious for their Breath -
But make no syllable – like Death -
Who only shows his Marble Disc -
Sublimer sort – than Speech -
c.1862
1924
311
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road -
It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain -
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again -
It reaches to the Fence
It wraps it Rail by Rail -
Till it is lost in Fleeces -
It deals Celestial Vail
To Stump, and Stack - and Stem -
A Summer's empty Room -
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them -
It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen -
Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts -
Denying they have been -
c.1862
1891
312
Her - “last Poems“ -
Poets – ended -
Silver – perished – with her Tongue -
Not on Record – bubbled other,
Flute – or Woman -
So divine -
Not unto its Summer – Morning
Robin – uttered Half the Tune -
Gushed too free for the Adoring -
From the Anglo-Florentine -
Late – the Praise -
'Tis dull – conferring
On the Head too High to Crown -
Diadem – or Ducal Showing -
Be its Grave – sufficient sign -
Nought – that We – No Poet's Kinsman -
Suffocate – with easy woe -
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom -
Put Her down – in Italy?
c.1862
1914
313
I should have been too glad, I see -
Too lifted - for the scant degree
Of Life's penurious Round -
My little Circuit would have shamed
This new Circumference - have blamed -
The homelier time behind.
I should have been too saved - I see -
Too rescued - Fear too dim to me
That I could spell the Prayer
I knew so perfect – yesterday -
That Scalding One – Sabachthani -
Recited fluent - here -
Earth would have been too much - I see -
And Heaven - not enough for me -
I should have had the Joy
Without the fear - to justify -
The Palm - without the Calvary -
So Savior – Crucify -
Defeat - whets Victory - they say -
The Reefs - in old Gethsemane -
Endear the Coast – beyond!
'Tis Beggars - Banquets - can define -
'Tis Parching - vitalizes wine -
“Faith” bleats - to understand!
c.1862
1891
314
Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -
Sometimes – scalps a Tree -
Her Green Peaople recollect it
When they do not die -
Fainter Leaves – to Further Seasons -
Dumbly testify -
We – who have the Souls -
Die oftener – Not so vitally -
c.1862
1945
315
He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on -
He stuns you by degrees -
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers – further heard -
Then nearer – Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten -
Your Brain – to bubble Cool -
Deals – One – imperial – Thunderbolt -
That scalps your naked Soul -
When Winds take Forests in their Paws -
The Universe – is still -
c.1862
1896