.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Emily Dickinson, Poems © Copyright , , Email: l_sitnik@autopanorama.mtu-net.ru ---------------------------------------------------------------------- : . . . 19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn , ... . 23 I had a guinea golden ... . 49 I never lost as much but twice ... . 61 Papa above! ! . 89 Some things that fly there be - , ... . 106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun ... . 115 What Inn is this ... . 118 My friend attacks my friend! ! . 119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar ... . 120 If this is "fading" -- ""... . 126 To fight aloud, is very brave -- ... . 131 Besides the Autumn poets sing ... . 139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? , ? . 140 An altered look about the hills ... . 153 Dust is the only Secret -- ... . 172 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! ! ! . 180 As if some little Arctic flower , ... . 182 If I shouldn't be alive ... . 205 I should not dare to leave my friend ... . 216 Safe in their Alabaster Chambers ... . 235 The Court is far away -- ... . 239 "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! ... . 243 I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -- , ... . 248 Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? ... . 266 This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes , ... . 275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! , ! . 280 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain ... . 289 I know some lonely Houses off the Road ... . 303 The Soul selects her own Society ... . 318 I'll tell you how the Sun rose , . . 347 When Night is almost done ... . 377 To lose one's faith -- surpass -- , ... . 389 There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, , ... . 409 They dropped like Flakes , ... . 441 This is my letter to the World ... . 449 I died for Beauty -- but was scarce ... . 508 I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- ... . 509 If anybody's friend be dead ... . 536 The Heart asks Pleasure -- first ... . 547 I've seen a Dying Eye ... . 556 The Brain, within its Groove ... . 583 A Toad, can die of Light -- ... . 619 Glee -- The great storm is over ! ! . 622 To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- , -- ... . 623 It was too late for Man ... . 664 Of all the Souls that stand create ... . 670 One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted ... . 682 'Twould ease -- a Butterfly ... . 709 Publication -- is the Auction -- ... . 732 She rose to His Requirement -- droppt , , ... . 742 Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre -- ... . 759 He fought like those Who've nought to lose -- ... . 764 Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn -- ... . 793 Grief is a Mouse -- ... . 797 By my Window have I for Scenery ... . 822 This Consciousness that is aware , ... . 887 We outgrow love, like other things ... . 975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain ... . 976 Death is a Dialogue between -- ... . 1055 The Soul should always stand ajar ... . 1067 Except the smaller size ... . 1075 The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. -- . . 1129 Tell all the Truth but tell it slant , ... . 1182 Remembrance has a Rear and Front ... . 1186 Too few the mornings be ... . 1207 He preached upon 'Breadth' till it argued him narrow "", ... . 1212 A word is dead ... . 1216 A Deed knocks first at Thought ... . 1287 In this short Life ... . 1396 She laid her docile Crescent down ... . 1398 I have no Life but this ... . 1478 Look back on Time, with kindly eyes ... . 1544 Who has not found the Heaven -- below ... . 1587 He ate and drank the precious Words ... . 1593 There came a Wind like a Bugle ... . 1599 Though the great Waters sleep ... . 1672 Lightly stepped a yellow star ... . 1732 My life closed twice before its close , ... . 1736 Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it , ... .  . , - . , , -- , , . , , , , , , . . -- . , -- , , . , , , , , , , . , , , . . -- , 508 , , , . -- , , . , , , , , , , , . . , - - . , , . . . - . . . ! . . , -- , , , - -- , -- . , , . . -- - , ... , . -- . , . . . . . -- . , -- . .  , -- . , , , , , , , , . , , , , -- , . , , . , , , , . , . , ( ), , , , . 1862 ( 32- ) : " , , , ". , , : . , , , (, , ), "If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking", "I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed", "To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave", . , . , 1861 , , -- . , , . , " " . , "" ( ), , , , ( , ), -- , . . ; , , . -- -- . , , . , "-" "-", , , . "" -- " " -- "". , , . , , . "Of Tribulation These Are They" "white-designate", "times-palms", "soil-mile", "road-Saved!" ( ). . . "I'll Tell Thee All -- How Blank It Grew" "outvisions paradise", . "" , . . , , . , , , "". . , , . . ; , " " . ? . -- , , , -- . , , , . , , . , ; , , . , ; , . , , - , . , , "How Many Times These Low Feet Staggered" "They Put Us Far Apart" , , -- , . , . , , . , , . , , , . -- "", -- ( , ), . -- ; : . . , , , . , , , : "Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not" , " ... ". , . . , ", , ", - , .  .  , " " 19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn -- A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two -- A Breeze -- a caper in the trees -- And I'm a Rose! 1858 19 , -- -- -- -- . . 23 I had a guinea golden -- I lost it in the sand -- And tho' the sum was simple And pounds were in the land -- Still, had it such a value Unto my frugal eye -- That when I could not find it -- I sat me down to sigh. I had a crimson Robin -- Who sang full many a day But when the woods were painted, He, too, did fly away -- Time brought me other Robins -- Their ballads were the same -- Still, for my missing Troubador I kept the "house at hame." I had a star in heaven -- One "Pleiad" was its name -- And when I was not heeding, It wandered from the same. And tho' the skies are crowded -- And all the night ashine -- I do not care about it -- Since none of them are mine. My story has a moral -- I have a missing friend -- "Pleiad" its name, and Robin, And guinea in the sand. And when this mournful ditty Accompanied with tear -- Shall meet the eye of traitor In country far from here -- Grant that repentance solemn May seize upon his mind -- And he no consolation Beneath the sun may find. 1858 23 , . -- , -- , , . -- , , -- , , . -- , , . , -- , , . -- , , . -- -- -- , , , . , , , , , . . 49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels -- twice descending Reimbursed my store -- Burglar! Banker -- Father! I am poor once more! 1858 49 , ! -- -- . ! ! ! ! . 61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O'erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom A "Mansion" for the Rat! Snug in seraphic Cupboards To nibble all the day, While unsuspecting Cycles Wheel solemnly away! 1859 61 ! ! , ! , ! . 89 Some things that fly there be -- Birds -- Hours -- the Bumblebee -- Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be -- Grief -- Hills -- Eternity -- Nor this behooveth me. There are that resting, rise. Can I expound the skies? How still the Riddle lies! 1859 89 - , -- -- -- -- . - , -- -- -- -- . -- -- , -- ? . . 106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun -- And when his golden walk is done -- Sits shyly at his feet -- He -- waking -- finds the flower there -- 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! Enamored of the parting West -- The peace -- the flight -- the Amethyst -- Night's possibility! 1859 106 , , , , : " ?" ", !" -- , -- ! , , -- , , ! . 115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth -- No brimming Tankards flow -- Necromancer! Landlord! Who are these below? 1859 115 , , ? ? ? ? , ? ! ! ! , ? . 118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist! How martial is this place! Had I a mighty gun I think I'd shoot the human race And then to glory run! 1859 118 ! ! , , ! ! -- , ! . 119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of "Potose," and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines! Cautious, hint to any Captive You have passed enfranchised feet! Anecdotes of air in Dungeons Have sometimes proved deadly sweet! 1859 119 . . . . . 120 If this is "fading" Oh let me immediately "fade"! If this is "dying" Bury me, in such a shroud of red! If this is "sleep," On such a night How proud to shut the eye! Good Evening, gentle Fellow men! Peacock presumes to die! 1859 120 -- "", ! -- "", ! -- "", ! , ! ! . 126 To fight aloud, is very brave -- But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe -- Who win, and nations do not see -- Who fall -- and none observe -- Whose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriot love -- We trust, in plumed procession For such, the Angels go -- Rank after Rank, with even feet -- And Uniforms of Snow. 1859 126 -- , , . -- , -- , . , , , , . . 131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze -- A few incisive Mornings -- A few Ascetic Eves -- Gone -- Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod" -- And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves." Still, is the bustle in the Brook -- Sealed are the spicy valves -- Mesmeric fingers softly touch The Eyes of many Elves -- Perhaps a squirrel may remain -- My sentiments to share -- Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind -- Thy windy will to bear! 1859 131 , , . , , . -- , . , . , , , -- ! . 139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed -- But tens have won an all -- Angel's breathless ballot Lingers to record thee -- Imps in eager Caucus Raffle for my Soul! 1859 139 , ? , . , , , -- -- . . 140 An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn -- A deeper twilight on the lawn -- A print of a vermillion foot -- A purple finger on the slope -- A flippant fly upon the pane -- A spider at his trade again -- An added strut in Chanticleer -- A flower expected everywhere -- An axe shrill singing in the woods -- Fern odors on untravelled roads -- All this and more I cannot tell -- A furtive look you know as well -- And Nicodemus' Mystery Receives its annual reply! 1859 140 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- , -- -- . . 153 Dust is the only Secret -- Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town." Nobody know "his Father" -- Never was a Boy -- Hadn't any playmates, Or "Early history" -- Industrious! Laconic! Punctual! Sedate! Bold as a Brigand! Stiller than a Fleet! Builds, like a Bird, too! Christ robs the Nest -- Robin after Robin Smuggled to Rest! 1860 153 -- , -- , " " . " " -- , -- , ". " -- ! ! ! ! , ! ! -- ! -- ! . 172 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw! Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so -- This side the Victory! Life is but Life! And Death, but Death! Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath! And if indeed I fail, At least, to know the worst, is sweet! Defeat means nothing but Defeat, No drearier, can befall! And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea! Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be! At first, repeat it slow! For Heaven is a different thing, Conjectured, and waked sudden in -- And might extinguish me! 1860 172 ! ! -- ! ; , ! -- , -- ! , , , , . , . -- ! , , ! . , , . . 180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem -- Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came To continents of summer -- To firmaments of sun -- To strange, bright crowds of flowers -- And birds, of foreign tongue! I say, As if this little flower To Eden, wandered in -- What then? Why nothing, Only, your inference therefrom! 1860 180 , , , , , , ! , , , ? ! . 182 If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. If I couldn't thank you, Being fast asleep, You will know I'm trying Why my Granite lip! 1860 182 , , , , . , , , , . . 205 I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone -- and I -- too late -- Should reach the Heart that wanted me -- If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted -- hunted so -- to see -- And could not bear to shut until They "noticed" me -- they noticed me -- If I should stab the patient faith So sure I'd come -- so sure I'd come -- It listening -- listening -- went to sleep -- Telling my tardy name -- My Heart would wish it broke before -- Since breaking then -- since breaking then -- Were useless as next morning's sun -- Where midnight frosts -- had lain! 1860 205 -- , , -- . -- -- , -- , . -- , , -- . -- , , , -- , ! . 216 Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -- Untouched my Morning And untouched by Noon -- Lie the meek members of the Resurrection -- Rafter of Satin -- and Roof of Stone! Grand go the Years -- in the Crescent -- above them -- Worlds scoop their Arcs -- And Firmaments -- row -- Diadems -- drop -- and Doges -- surrender -- Soundless as dots -- on a Disc of Snow -- 1860 216 , -- -- , . , -- , -- , . . 235 The Court is far away -- No Umpire -- have I -- My Sovereign is offended -- To gain his grace -- I'd die! I'll seek his royal feet -- I'll say -- Remember -- King -- Thou shalt -- thyself -- one day -- a Child -- Implore a larger -- thing -- That Empire -- is of Czars -- As small -- they say -- as I -- Grant me -- that day -- the royalty -- To intercede -- for Thee -- 1861 235 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- . . 239 "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- That -- "Heaven" is -- to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud -- The interdicted Land -- Behind the Hill -- the House behind -- There -- Paradise -- is found! Her teasing Purples -- Afternoons -- The credulous -- decoy -- Enamored -- of the Conjuror -- That spurned us -- Yesterday! 1861 239 -- , , -- . -- -- -- ! -- -- . 243 I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -- To wrap its shining Yards -- Pluck up its stakes, and disappear -- Without the sound of Boards Or Rip of Nail -- Or Carpenter -- But just the miles of Stare -- That signalize a Show's Retreat -- In North America -- No Trace -- no Figment of the Thing That dazzled, Yesterday, No Ring -- no Marvel -- Men, and Feats -- Dissolved as utterly -- As Bird's far Navigation Discloses just a Hue -- A plash of Oar