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    I dreaded that first Robin, so,
    But He is mastered, now,
    I'm some accustomed to Him grown,
    He hurts a little, though -

    I thought if I could only live
    Till that first Shout got by -
    Not all Pianos in the Woods
    Had power to mangle me -

    I dared not meet the Daffodils -
    For fear their Yellow Gown
    Would pierce me with a fashion
    So foreign to my own -

    I wished the Grass would hurry -
    So when 'twas time to see -
    He'd be too tall, the tallest one
    Could stretch to look at me -

    I could not bear the Bees should come,
    I wished they'd stay away
    In those dim countries where they go,
    What word had they, for me?

    They're here, though; not a creature failed -
    No Blossom stayed away
    In gentle deference to me -
    The Queen of Calvary -

    Each one salutes me, as he goes,
    And I, my childish Plumes,
    Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
    Of their unthinking Drums -
    If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let 'em go, because man, they're gone.
    --Jack Handey

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    I cannot live with you,
    It would be life,
    And life is over there
    Behind the shelf

    The sexton keeps the key to,
    Putting up
    Our life, his porcelain,
    Like a cup

    Discarded of the housewife,
    Quaint or broken;
    A newer Sevres pleases,
    Old ones crack.

    I could not die with you,
    For one must wait
    To shut the other's gaze down,
    You could not.

    And I, could I stand by
    And see you freeze,
    Without my right of frost,
    Death's privilege?

    Nor could I rise with you,
    Because your face
    Would put out Jesus',
    That new grace

    Glow plain and foreign
    On my homesick eye,
    Except that you, than he
    Shone closer by.

    They'd judge us-how?
    For you served Heaven, you know,
    Or sought to;
    I could not,

    Because you saturated sight,
    And I had no more eyes
    For sordid excellence
    As Paradise.

    And were you lost, I would be,
    Though my name
    Rang loudest
    On the heavenly fame.

    And were you saved,
    And I condemned to be
    Where you were not,
    That self were hell to me.

    So we must keep apart,
    You there, I here,
    With just the door ajar
    That oceans are,
    And prayer,
    And that pale sustenance,
    Despair!

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    The Emily Dickinson program from the PBS series Voices and Visions (circa the late '80s):

    If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let 'em go, because man, they're gone.
    --Jack Handey

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    I heard a fly buzz when I died;
    The stillness round my form
    Was like the stillness in the air
    Between the heaves of storm.

    The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
    And breaths were gathering sure
    For that last onset, when the king
    Be witnessed in his power.

    I willed my keepsakes, signed away
    What portion of me I
    Could make assignable,-and then
    There interposed a fly,

    With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
    Between the light and me;
    And then the windows failed, and then
    I could not see to see.

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    I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -
    As if my Brain had split -
    I tried to match it - Seam by Seam -
    But could not make them fit -

    The thought behind, I strove to join
    Unto the thought before -
    But Sequence ravelled out of Sound -
    Like Balls - upon a Floor -
    If you ever drop your keys into a river of molten lava, let 'em go, because man, they're gone.
    --Jack Handey

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    There is a Languor of the Life
    More imminent than Pain—
    'Tis Pain's Successor—When the Soul
    Has suffered all it can—

    A Drowsiness—diffuses—
    A Dimness like a Fog
    Envelops Consciousness—
    As Mists—obliterate a Crag.

    The Surgeon—does not blanch—at pain
    His Habit—is severe—
    But tell him that it ceased to feel—
    The Creature lying there—

    And he will tell you—skill is late—
    A Mightier than He—
    Has ministered before Him—
    There's no Vitality.

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    A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart —
    That sat it down to rest —
    Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day
    Flowed silver to the West —
    Nor noticed Night did soft descend —
    Nor Constellation burn —
    Intent upon the vision
    Of latitudes unknown.

    The angels — happening that way
    This dusty heart espied —
    Tenderly took it up from toil
    And carried it to God —
    There — sandals for the Barefoot —
    There — gathered from the gales —
    Do the blue havens by the hand
    Lead the wandering Sails.

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    I've never read Emily Dickinson. Where is a good place to start?

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    Quote WintersTale View Post
    I've never read Emily Dickinson. Where is a good place to start?
    I'd recommend Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson. It highlights some of her best poems and breaks them up into categories such as life, love, nature, etc. The entire collection of her poetry is 700+ pages, so I'd start with this condensed version.

    In honor of National Poetry Month and the arrival of spring...

    A LIGHT exists in spring
    Not present on the year
    At any other period.
    When March is scarcely here

    A color stands abroad
    On solitary hills
    That silence cannot overtake,
    But human nature feels.

    It waits upon the lawn;
    It shows the furthest tree
    Upon the furthest slope we know;
    It almost speaks to me.

    Then, as horizons step,
    Or noons report away,
    Without the formula of sound,
    It passes, and we stay:

    A quality of loss
    Affecting our content,
    As trade had suddenly encroached
    Upon a sacrament.

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    Thanks for the recommendation. I will see if it is available for my kindle.

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    There is no Frigate like a Book
    To take us Lands away,
    Nor any Coursers like a Page
    Of prancing Poetry –
    This Traverse may the poorest take
    Without oppress of Toll –
    How frugal is the Chariot
    That bears a Human soul.

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