(119) VOLCANOES be in Sicily And South America, I judge from my geography. Volcanoes nearer here, A lava step, at any time, Am I inclined to climb, A crater I may contemplate, Vesuvius at home.
-Emily Dickinson
NO Autumn’s intercepting chill
(118) NO Autumn’s intercepting chill Appalls this Tropic Breast, But African exuberance And Asiatic Rest.
-Emily Dickinson
THE inundation of the Spring
(117) THE inundation of the Spring Submerges every soul, It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the water whole. In which the Soul, at first alarmed, Seeks furtive for its shore, But acclimated, gropes no more For that Peninsular.
-Emily Dickinson
LOVE reckons by itself alone
(116) LOVE reckons by itself alone, “As large as I” relate the Sun To one who never felt it blaze, Itself is all the like it has.
-Emily Dickinson
ALL I may, if small
(115) ALL I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for its Totalness? ’T is economy To bestow a world And withhold a star, Utmost is munificence; Less, though larger, Poor.
-Emily Dickinson
THE sea said “Come” to the Brook
(114) THE sea said “Come” to the Brook, The Brook said “Let me grow!” The Sea said “Then you will be a Sea— I want a brook, Come now!”
-Emily Dickinson
THE luxury to apprehend
(113) THE luxury to apprehend The luxury ’t would be To look at thee a single time, An Epicure of me, In whatsoever Presence, makes, Till, for a further food I scarcely recollect to starve, So first am I supplied. The luxury to meditate The luxury it was To banquet on thy Countenance, A sumptuousness bestows On plainer days, Whose table, far as Certainty can see, Is laden with a single crumb— The consciousness of Thee.
-Emily Dickinson
THAT Love is all there is
(112) THAT Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love; It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned to the groove.
-Emily Dickinson
WHO were “the Father and the Son”
(111) WHO were “the Father and the Son”— We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us— And when portentous told With inference appalling, By Childhood fortified, We thought, “at least they are no worse Than they have been described.” Who are “the Father and the Son”— Did we demand today, “The Father and the Son” himself Would doubtless specify, But had they the felicity When we desired to know, We better Friends had been, perhaps, Than time ensue to be. We start, to learn that we believe But once, entirely— Belief, it does not fit so well When altered frequently. We blush, that Heaven if we achieve, Event ineffable— We shall have shunned, until ashamed To own the Miracle.
-Emily Dickinson
SPEECH is a symptom of affection
(110) SPEECH is a symptom of affection, And Silence one, The perfectest communication Is heard of none— Exists and its endorsement Is had within— Behold! said the Apostle, Yet had not seen.
-Emily Dickinson