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ENG Portable Dickinson

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ENG Portable Dickinson

    USB Emily Dickinson

    A prison gets to be a friend A PRISON gets to be a friend

    Between its Ponderous face

    And Oursa Kinsmanship express

    And in its narrow Eyes

    We come to look with gratitude 5 For the appointed Beam

    It deal usstated as our food

    And hungered forthe same

We learn to know the Planks

    That answer to Our feet 10 So miserable a soundat first

    Nor ever nowso sweet

As plashing in the Pools

    When Memory was a Boy

    But a Demurer Circuit 15 A Geometric Joy

The Posture of the Key

    That interrupt the Day

    To Our EndeavorNot so real

    The Check of Liberty 20

As this Phantasm Steel

    Whose featuresDay and Night

    Are present to usas Our Own

    And as escapelessquite

    The narrow Roundthe Stint 25 The slow exchange of Hope

    For something passiverContent

    Too steep for lookinp up

The Liberty we knew

    Avoidedlike a Dream 35 Too wide for any Night but Heaven

    If Thatindeedredeem

    A word dropped careless on a page

    A WORD dropped careless on a page

    May stimulate an eye

    When folded in perpetual seam the wrinkled maker lie.

Infection in the sentence breeds. 5

    We may inhale despair

    at distances of centuries

    from the malaria.

    Because I could not stop for death Because I could not stop for Death, 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 grew 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 but a mound.

    Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day

    I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

    I gave myself to him

     I GAVE myself to him,

     And took himself for pay.

     The solemn contract of a life

     Was ratified this way.

     5 The wealth might disappoint,

     Myself a poorer prove

     Than this great purchaser suspect,

     The daily own of Love

     Depreciate the vision;

     10 But, till the merchant buy,

     Still fable, in the isles of spice,

     The subtle cargoes lie.

     At least, ’t is mutual risk,

     Some found it mutual gain;

     15 Sweet debt of Life,each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon.

    I have been hungry all the year

    I had been hungry, all the Years My Noon had Cometo dine

    I trembling drew the Table near And touched the Curious Wine

’Twas this on Tables I had seen—

    When turning, hungry, Home

    I looked in Windows, for the Wealth

    I could not hopefor Mine

    I did not know the ample Bread ’Twas so unlike the Crumb

    The Birds and I, had often shared

    In Nature’s—Dining Room

    The Plenty hurt me—’twas so new— Myself felt illand odd

    As Berryof a Mountain Bush

    Transplantedto a Road

    Nor was I hungryso I found That Hungerwas a way Of Persons outside Windows

    The Enteringtakes away

    This is my letter to the world

    THIS is my letter to the world,

     That never wrote to me, The simple news that Nature told,

     With tender majesty.

     5 Her message is committed

To hands I cannot see;

For love of her, sweet countrymen,

Judge tenderly of me!

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