(49) THE duties of the Wind are few— To cast the Ships at sea, Establish March, The Floods escort, And usher Liberty.
-Emily Dickinson
MARCH is the month of expectation
(48) MARCH is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of prognostication Are coming now. We try to sham becoming firmness, But pompous joy Betrays us, as his first betrothal Betrays a boy.
-Emily Dickinson
BLOOM upon the Mountain, stated
(47) BLOOM upon the Mountain, stated, Blameless of a name. Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced, the same. Seed, had I, my purple sowing Should endow the Day, Not a tropic of the twilight Show itself away. Who for tilling, to the Mountain Come, and disappear— Whose be Her renown, or fading, Witness, is not here. While I state—the solemn petals Far as North and East Far as South and West expanding, Culminate in rest. And the Mountain to the Evening Fit His countenance, Indicating by no muscle The Experience.
-Emily Dickinson
THE largest fire ever known
(46) THE largest fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men, An Occidental town, Rebuilt another morning To be again burned down.
-Emily Dickinson
I NEVER told the buried gold
(45) I NEVER told the buried gold Upon the hill that lies, I saw the sun, his plunder done, Crouch low to guard his prize. He stood as near, as stood you here, A pace had been between— Did but a snake bisect the brake, My life had forfeit been. That was a wondrous booty, I hope ’t was honest gained— Those were the finest ingots That ever kissed the spade. Whether to keep the secret— Whether to reveal— Whether, while I ponder Kidd may sudden sail— Could a Shrewd advise me We might e’en divide— Should a Shrewd betray me— “Atropos” decide!
-Emily Dickinson
WE spy the Forests and the Hills
(44) WE spy the Forests and the Hills, The tents to Nature’s Show, Mistake the outside what we saw. Could Commentators on the sign Of Nature’s Caravan Obtain “admission,” as a child, Some Wednesday afternoon?
-Emily Dickinson
BEAUTY crowds me till I die
(43) BEAUTY crowds me till I die, Beauty, mercy have on me! But if I expire today, Let it be in sight of thee.
-Emily Dickinson
THE butterfly obtains
(42) THE butterfly obtains But little sympathy, Though favorably mentioned In Entomology. Because he travels freely And wears a proper coat, The circumspect are certain That he is dissolute. Had he the homely scutcheon of modest Industry, ’T were fitter certifying for Immortality.
-Emily Dickinson
LIKE Men and Women shadows walk
(41) LIKE Men and Women shadows walk Upon the hills today, With here and there a mighty bow, Or trailing courtesy To Neighbors, doubtless, of their own; Not quickened to perceive Minuter landscape, as Ourselves And Boroughs where we live.
-Emily Dickinson
SOME Days retired from the rest
(40) SOME Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie, The Day that a companion came— Or was obliged to die.
-Emily Dickinson