A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become—
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Speech'—is a prank of Parliament
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'Speech'—is a prank of Parliament—
'Tears'—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move —
poem by Emily Dickinson
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She slept beneath a tree
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She slept beneath a tree—
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute—
She recognized the foot—
Put on her carmine suit
And see!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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To fill a Gap
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To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it—
Block it up
With Other—and 'twill yawn the more—
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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My Eye is fuller than my vase
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My Eye is fuller than my vase—
Her Cargo—is of Dew—
And still—my Heart—my Eye outweighs—
East India—for you!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Unable are the Loved to die
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Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity—
Unable they that love—to die
For Love reforms Vitality
Into Divinity.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Should you but fail at—Sea
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Should you but fail at—Sea—
In sight of me—
Or doomed lie—
Next Sun—to die—
Or rap—at Paradise—unheard
I'd harass God
Until he let you in!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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So set its Sun in Thee
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So set its Sun in Thee
What Day be dark to me—
What Distance—far—
So I the Ships may see
That touch—how seldomly—
Thy Shore?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture
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Finite—to fail, but infinite to Venture—
For the one ship that struts the shore
Many's the gallant—overwhelmed Creature
Nodding in Navies nevermore—
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My friend must be a Bird
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My friend must be a Bird—
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a Bee!
Ah, curious friend!
Thou puzzlest me!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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