POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
So, safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes.
Incautious of the sun.
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes.
Incautious of the sun.
LXIII
TALK with prudence to a beggar
Of “Potosi” and the mines!
Reverently to the hungry
Of your viands and your wines!
Of “Potosi” and the mines!
Reverently to the hungry
Of your viands and your wines!
Cautious, hint to any captive
You have passed enfranchised feet!
Anecdotes of air in dungeons
Have sometimes proved deadly sweet!
You have passed enfranchised feet!
Anecdotes of air in dungeons
Have sometimes proved deadly sweet!
LXIV
HE preached upon “breadth” till it argued him
narrow,—
The broad are too broad to define;
And of “truth” until it proclaimed him a liar,—
The truth never flaunted a sign.
narrow,—
The broad are too broad to define;
And of “truth” until it proclaimed him a liar,—
The truth never flaunted a sign.
Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence
As gold the pyrites would shun.
What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
As gold the pyrites would shun.
What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
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