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Emily Dickinson

Too happy Time dissolves itself

Too happy Time dissolves itself
And leaves no remnant by -
'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath
Or too much weight to fly -

Death is like the insect

Death is like the insect - Emily Dickinson

Death is like the insect
Menacing the tree,
Competent to kill it,
But decoyed may be.

Bait it with the balsam,
Seek it with the saw,

Death is a Dialogue between

Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
"Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir,
I have another trust."

Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,

Dear March — Come in

Dear March — Come in —
How glad I am —
I hoped for you before —

Put down your Hat —
You must have walked —
How out of Breath you are —
Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me —

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door —
Red — is the Fire's common tint —
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame's conditions,
It quivers from the Forge

Love's Baptism

I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs ;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,

Mine

Mine by the right of the white election !
Mine by the royal seal !
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot conceal !

Mine, hear in vision and in veto!
Mine, by the grave's repeal

I heard a Fly buzz (465)

I heard a Fly buzz (465)

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air –
Between the Heaves of Storm –

If those I loved were lost

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

Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.

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