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Emily Dickinson

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The Soul selects her own Society –

Then – shuts the Door –

To her divine Majority –

Present no more –

My best Acquaintances are those

With Whom I spoke no Word –

The Stars that stated come to Town

Esteemed Me never rude

Although to their Celestial Call

I failed to make reply –

My constant – reverential Face

Sufficient Courtesy.

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 –

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I like a look of Agony

Because I know it's true –

Men do not sham Convulsion,

Nor simulate, a Throe–

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Are you –– Nobody – Too?

Then there's a pair of us?

Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

The Eyes glaze once – and that is Death–

Impossible to feign

The Beads upon the Forehead

By homely Anguish strung.

How dreary – to be – Somebody!

How public like a Frog –

To tell one's name – the livelong June –

To an admiring Bog!

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Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just

Ourselves –

And Immortality.

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 –

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –

The Eyes around – had wrung them dry

–And Breaths were gathering firm For

that last Onset – when the King Be

witnessed – in the Room –

We passed the School, where Children

strove

I willed my Keepsakes – Signed away

What portion of me be Assignable – and

then it was There interposed a Fly –

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At Recess – in the Ring –

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz–

Between the light – and me –

And then the Windows failed – and then

I could not see to see –

Or rather – He passed Us –

The Dews drew quivering and chill –

For only Gossamer, my Gown –My

Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that

seemed

A Swelling of the Ground –

The Roof was scarcely visible –The

Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity –

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The Missing All – prevented Me

From missing minor Things.

If nothing larger than a World's

Departure from a Hinge –

Or Sun's extinction, be observed –

‘Twas not so large that I

Could lift my Forehead from my work

For Curiosity.

The Brain – is wider than the Sky –

For – put them side by side –

The one the other will contain

With ease – and You – beside –

The Brain is deeper than the Sea –

For – hold them – Blue to Blue –

The one the other will absorb –

As Sponges – Buckets – do –

The Brain is just the weight of God –

For – Heft them – Pound for Pound –

And they will differ – if they do –

As Syllable from Sound –

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I stepped from Plank to Plank

A slow and cautious way

The Stars about my Head I felt

About my Feet the Sea.

Prayer is the little implement

Through which Men reach

Where Presence - is denied them.

They fling their Speech

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I knew not but the next

Would be my final inch -

This gave me that precarious Gait

Some call Experience.

By means of it - in God's Ear -

If then He hear -

This sums the Apparatus

Comprised in Prayer -

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