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POEMSEMILY DICKINSONSECOND SERIESEdited by two of her friends: Mabel Loomis Todd and T.W. Higginson My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise, To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no other prayer.I. LIFE.I.I’m nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there ‘s a pair of us — don’t tell!They ‘d banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody!How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog!
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08.09.2010 - 18:00:31
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1086963376
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XL.I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod;Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels, twice descending,Reimbursed my store.Burglar, banker, father,I am poor once more!
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07.09.2010 - 18:00:33
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1081590538
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XXXIX.I shall know why, when time is over,And I have ceased to wonder why;Christ will explain each separate anguishIn the fair schoolroom of the sky.He will tell me what Peter promised,And I, for wonder at his woe,I shall forget the drop of anguishThat scalds me now, that scalds me now.
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06.09.2010 - 18:00:10
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1075953865
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XXXVIII.Sleep is supposed to be,By souls of sanity,The shutting of the eye.Sleep is the station grandDown which on either handThe hosts of witness stand!Morn is supposed to be,By people of degree,The breaking of the day.Morning has not occurred!That shall aurora beEast of eternity;One with the banner gay,One in the red array, —That is the break of day.
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03.09.2010 - 18:18:34
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1059409787
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XXXVII.If I shouldn’t be aliveWhen the robins come,Give the one in red cravatA memorial crumb.If I couldn’t thank you,Being just asleep,You will know I’m tryingWith my granite lip!
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03.09.2010 - 00:00:03
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1055546202
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XXXVI.LOST.I lost a world the other day.Has anybody found?You’ll know it by the row of starsAround its forehead bound.A rich man might not notice it;Yet to my frugal eyeOf more esteem than ducats.Oh, find it, sir, for me!
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01.09.2010 - 18:00:33
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1048362488
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XXXV.EMANCIPATION.No rack can torture me,My soul’s at libertyBehind this mortal boneThere knits a bolder oneYou cannot prick with saw,Nor rend with scymitar.Two bodies therefore be;Bind one, and one will flee.The eagle of his nestNo easier divestAnd gain the sky,Than mayest thou,Except thyself may beThine enemy;Captivity is consciousness,So’s liberty.
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31.08.2010 - 18:10:04
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1042920714
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XXXIV.The daisy follows soft the sun,And when his golden walk is done, Sits shyly at his feet.He, waking, finds the flower near.“Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?” “Because, sir, love is sweet!”We are the flower, Thou the sun!Forgive us, if as days decline, We nearer steal to Thee, —Enamoured of the parting west,The peace, the flight, the amethyst, Night’s possibility!
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30.08.2010 - 18:00:35
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http://dickinson.dailylit.com/post/1037336849
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