It was not death, for I stood up (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut ...
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut ...
Had I not This, or This, I said,Appealing to Myself,In moment of prosperity-Inadequate-were Life-"Thou hast not Me, nor Me"-it said,In ...
762The Whole of it came not at once-'Twas Murder by degrees-A Thrust-and then for Life a chance-The Bliss to cauterize-The ...
838Impossibility, like WineExhilarates the ManWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavorless-CombineA Chance's faintest TinctureAnd in the former DramEnchantment makes ingredientAs certainly as ...
We do not know the time we lose -- The awful moment is And takes its fundamental place Among the ...
Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant -- ...
That sacred Closet when you sweep -- Entitled "Memory" -- Select a reverential Broom -- And do it silently. 'Twill ...
Power is a familiar growth -- Not foreign -- not to be -- Beside us like a bland Abyss In ...
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually His ...
Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless -- Combine A Chance's faintest Tincture And in ...
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- The Veins that used to run Stop palsied -- 'tis ...
I never hear that one is dead Without the chance of Life Afresh annihilating me That mightiest Belief, Too mighty ...
I know of people in the Grave Who would be very glad To know the news I know tonight If ...
Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity -- Inadequate -- were Life ...
Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between. To fail within ...
As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured -- As One rewalks ...
'Twas Crisis -- All the length had passed -- That dull -- benumbing time There is in Fever or Event ...
The Whole of it came not at once -- 'Twas Murder by degrees -- A Thrust -- and then for ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
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