Emily Dickinson: If Anybody's friend be dead It's sharpest of the t
If Anybody's friend be dead
It's sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive -
At such and such a time -
Their costume, of a Sunday,
Some manner of the Hair -
A prank nobody knew but them
Lost, in the Sepulchre -
How warm, they were, on such a day,
You almost feel the date -
So short way off it seems -
And now - they're Centuries from that -
How pleased they were, at what you said!
You try to touch the smile
And dip your fingers in the frost -
When was it - Can you tell -
You asked the Company to tea -
Acquaintance - just a few -
And chatted close with this Grand Thing
That dont remember you -
Past Bows, and Invitations -
Past Interview, and Vow -
Past what Ourself can estimate -
That - makes the Quick of Woe.
Emily Dickinson
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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...