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"Love - is anterior to Life," Emily Dickinson

Mon, 12 May 2008 22:11:11 GMT

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Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

"Love - is anterior to Life..." (917)

Emily Dickinson

Love - is anterior to Life -
Posterior - to Death -
Initial of Creation, and

The Exponent of Earth -

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Emily Dickinson, "When Night Is Almost Done..."

Fri, 09 May 2008 23:05:06 GMT

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Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

When Night Is Almost Done...

Emily Dickinson

When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,

It’s time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight

That frightened but an hour.

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Emily Dickinson, "To hang our head - ostensibly -"

Thu, 08 May 2008 19:21:28 GMT

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Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

"To hang our head - ostensibly..." (105)

Emily Dickinson

To hang our head - ostensibly -
And subsequent, to find
That such was not the posture

Of our immortal mind -

Affords the sly presumption
That in so dense a fuzz -
You - too - take Cobweb attitudes

Upon a plane of Gauze!

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Emily Dickinson, "The heart asks pleasure first..."

Wed, 07 May 2008 22:24:43 GMT

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Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

The heart asks pleasure first...

Emily Dickinson

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes

That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,

The liberty to die.

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On Romantic Love and Hope

Mon, 05 May 2008 10:30:33 GMT

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Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

2. And yet it seems that an emphasis on knowledge creates giant obstacles to happiness. We recall that Dickinson poem where it looks like asking too many questions about a lover will destroy love. The problem goes deeper than potential nitpicking, of course: it looks like, regarding any lover, that the hopes one has invested in a lover and the lover her/himself are always in conflict. Our hopes for someone refer us to something like Providence: we make them greater than they are, we hold them up to standards that their everyday selves couldn't possibly achieve. We think all will be well in due time. Nevermind that Providence can be an exceptionally cold thing, so much so we may not care how much the object of love loses as long as they're satisfying our expectation.

Tags: poetry, romance, love, hope

Emily Dickinson, "What I Can Do, I Will"

Sun, 04 May 2008 01:09:40 GMT

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clipper's remarks: Poem clipped, commentary if you follow the URL.

Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

"What I can do - I will"

Emily Dickinson

What I can do -- I will --
Though it be little as a Daffodil --
That I cannot -- must be

Unknown to possibility --

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Emily Dickinson's "Our Share of Night to Bear..."

Fri, 02 May 2008 02:02:17 GMT

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clipper's remarks: Poem clipped, commentary at original URL

Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

Our share of night to bear...

Emily Dickinson

Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,

Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,

Afterwards—day!

Tags: poetry, dickinson, romance, love

Emily Dickinson's "My Triumph lasted till the Drums..."

Thu, 01 May 2008 08:24:30 GMT

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clipper's remarks: Poem complete with commentary, if you follow the link: Is there any redemption to be had from war?

Clip Source: inrethinking.blogspot.com

"My Triumph lasted till the Drums..." (1227)

Emily Dickinson

My Triumph lasted till the Drums
Had left the Dead alone
And then I dropped my Victory
And chastened stole along
To where the finished Faces
Conclusion turned on me
And then I hated Glory

And wished myself were They.

What is to be is best descried
When it has also been —
Could Prospect taste of Retrospect
The tyrannies of Men
Were Tenderer — diviner
The transitive toward.
A Bayonet's contrition

Is nothing to the Dead.

Tags: poetry, dickinson, war, redemption, glory

These are the days when birds come back...

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 22:47:33 GMT

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clipper's remarks: If you go to the site where this poem is posted, you'll notice a commentary there.

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These are the days when Birds come back

Emily Dickinson

These are the days when Birds come back --
A very few -- a Bird or two --

To take a backward look.

These are the days when skies resume
The old -- old sophistries of June --

A blue and gold mistake.

Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee --
Almost thy plausibility

Induces my belief.

Till ranks of seeds their witness bear --
And softly thro' the altered air

Hurries a timid leaf.

Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze --

Permit a child to join.

Thy sacred emblems to partake --
They consecrated bread to take

And thine immortal wine!

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