Estoiiicis

o make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
(J 1775, F 1779)
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A word is dead When it issaid, Some say.
I say it just Begins to live That day.
(J 1212)
A word is dead when it is said Some say -
I say it just begins to live That day
(F 278) _______________________
I tend my flowersfor thee - Bright Absentee!
My Fuschzia's Coral Seams
Rip - while the Sower - dreams -
Geraniums - tint - and spot - Low Daisies - dot -
My Cactus - splits her Beard To show her throat -Carnations - tip their spice - And Bees - pick up -
A Hyacinth - I hid -
Puts out a Ruffled Head - And odors fall
From flasks - so small - You marvel how they held -
EMILY DICKINSON SELECTED POEMS GlobeRoses - break their satin flake -
Upon my Garden floor - Yet - thou - not there -
I had as lief* they bore No Crimson - more -
Thy flower - be gay - Her Lord - away!
It ill becometh me -
I'lldwell in Calyx - Gray - How modestly - alway - Thy Daisy -
Draped for thee!
(J 339, F 367)
*lief: (archaic) willingly, soon, gladly
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“The Chariot”
Because I could not stop forDeath - He kindly stopped for me -
The Carriage held but just Ourselves - And Immortality.
We slowly drove - He knew no haste And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility -We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess - in the Ring -
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain -
We passed the Setting Sun -
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 -
(J 712, F 479) _______________________
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