The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Some time ago I’ve read the Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Here are some excerpts from the book that I liked very much:
In this short Life that only lasts an hour
How much – how little – is within our power
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“If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.”
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“This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me”
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“I felt it shelter to speak to you.”
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“A great hope fell
You heard no noise
The ruin was within.”
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“They might not need me; but they might.
I’ll let my head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.”
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“But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.”
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“Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate. ”
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“Who never lost, are unprepared”
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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, eyes –
I wonder if It weighs like Mine –
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –
I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die –
I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil –
I wonder if when Years have piled –
Some Thousands – on the Harm –
That hurt them early – such a lapse
Could give them any Balm –
Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve –
Enlightened to a larger Pain –
In Contrast with the Love –
The Grieved – are many – I am told –
There is the various Cause –
Death – is but one – and comes but once –
And only nails the eyes –
There’s Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
A sort they call “Despair” –
There’s Banishment from native Eyes –
In sight of Native Air –
And though I may not guess the kind –
Correctly – yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary –
To note the fashions – of the Cross –
And how they’re mostly worn –
Still fascinated to presume
That Some – are like my own –