What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate -
And pass escaped - to thee!
What if I file this Mortal - off -
See where it hurt me - That's enough -
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me - any more!
Dungeons can call - and Guns implore
Unmeaning - now - to me -
As laughter - was - an hour ago -
Or Laces - or a Travelling Show -
Or who died - yesterday!
Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...