Month: July 2022

by Emily Dickenson

The Skies can't keep their secret!
They tell it to the Hills -
The Hills just tell the Orchards -
And they - the Daffodils!

A Bird - by chance - that goes that way -
Soft overhears the whole -
If I should bribe the little Bird -
Who knows but she would tell?

I think I won't - however -
It’s finer - not to know -
If Summer were an axiom -
What sorcery had snow?

So keep your secret - Father!
I would not - if I could -
Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do,
In your new-fashioned world!

http://bloggingdickinson.blogspot.com/2012/03/normal-0-0-1-73-421-3-1-517-11.html

by Emily Dickenson

Unto like Story—Trouble 
has enticed me—
How Kinsmen fell—
Brothers and Sister—who 
preferred the Glory—
And their young will
Bent to the Scaffold, or in 
Dungeons—chanted—
Till God's full time—
When they let go the ignominy—
smiling—
And Shame went still—

Unto guessed Crests, my moaning 
fancy, leads me,
Worn fair
By Heads rejected—in the lower 
country—
Of honors there—
Such spirit makes her perpetual 
mention,
That I—grown bold—
Step martial—at my Crucifixion—
As Trumpets—rolled—

Feet, small as mine—have 
marched in Revolution
Firm to the Drum—
Hands—not so stout—hoisted 
them—in witness—
When Speech went numb—
Let me not shame their 
sublime deportments—
Drilled bright—
Beckoning—Etruscan invitation—
Toward Light—
                                                            J295,  Fr300 (1862)

http://bloggingdickinson.blogspot.com/2012/07/unto-like-storytrouble-has-enticed-me.html