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A Clock stopped-- Not the Mantel's-- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing-- That just now dangled still

A Clock stopped-- Not the Mantel's-- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing-- That just now dangled still

Emily Dickinson
Skills, Puppets, Clock
Emily Dickinson, Helen Vendler (2010). “Dickinson”, p.89, Harvard University Press

Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.

Emily Dickinson
Summer, Wine, Drunkards
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.784, Harvard University Press

Had we less to say to those we love, perhaps we should say it oftener.

Emily Dickinson
Should, Those We Love
Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.368, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!

Emily Dickinson
Running, Blue, Sea
Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.107, Harvard University Press

He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance 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.

Emily Dickinson
Blow, Player, Keys
Emily Dickinson (2012). “Selected Poems”, p.11, Courier Corporation

When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he.

Emily Dickinson
Love, Heart, Different
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1594, Delphi Classics

There is a solitude of space. A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself--Finite infinity.

Emily Dickinson
Space, Sea, Soul
Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1977, Delphi Classics

'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie- That Commerce will continue- And Trades as briskly fly.

Emily Dickinson
Sweet, Lying, Daisies
Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.60, Harvard University Press

His Labor is a Chant - His Idleness -a Tune - Oh, for a Bee's experience Of Clovers, and of Noon!

Emily Dickinson
Experience, Tunes, Noon
Emily Dickinson, “Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush”

I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-.

Emily Dickinson
Lonely, Men, Awful
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.512, Harvard University Press

There is no Silence in the Earth - so silent As that endured Which uttered, would discourage Nature And haunt the World.

Emily Dickinson
Silence, World, Earth
Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.901, Harvard University Press

A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.

Emily Dickinson
War, Bayonets, Contrition
Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.503, Harvard University Press

Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it

Emily Dickinson
Victory, Frost, Lips
Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.357, Harvard University Press

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.

Emily Dickinson
Eye, Soul, Awful
c.1864 Complete Poems, no.894 (first published 1945).

Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?

Emily Dickinson
Atheism, Lovers, Criteria
Emily Dickinson (2012). “Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.369, Courier Corporation

God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me.

Emily Dickinson
Justice, Bird, Crumbs
Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.110, First Avenue Editions

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

Emily Dickinson
Butterfly, Sky, Majesty
Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.494, Harvard University Press

And then--a Day as huge As Yesterdays in pairs, Unrolled its horror in my face-- Until it blocked my eyes

Emily Dickinson
Patience, Gratitude, Eye
Emily Dickinson, Cristanne Miller (2016). “Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them”, p.168, Harvard University Press

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.

Emily Dickinson
Pain, Heart, Sleep
Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.11, First Avenue Editions

Twin loaves of bread have just been born into the world under my auspices. Fine children, the image of their mother. And here, my dear friend, is the glory.

Emily Dickinson
Mother, Children, World
Source: www.npr.org

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

Emily Dickinson
Happiness, Joy, Ecstatic Love
Emily Dickinson (2016). “The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.98, First Avenue Editions

Our little kinsmen after rain In plenty may be seen, a pink and pulpy multitude The tepid ground upon; A needless life if seemed to me Until a little bird As to a hospitality Advanced and breakfasted.

Emily Dickinson
Rain, Garden, Bird
Emily Dickinson (1963). “Poems: Including Variant Readings Critically Compared with All Known Manuscripts”

A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.

Emily Dickinson
Hurt, Spring, Rocks
Emily Dickinson (1994). “The Works of Emily Dickinson”, p.5, Wordsworth Editions

God's little Blond Blessing we have long deemed you, and hope his so-called Will will not compel him to revoke you.

Emily Dickinson
Blessing, Long, Atheism

God, keep me from what they call 'households,'

Emily Dickinson
Household
Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.99, Harvard University Press

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