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A DAY DRIFTS WITH IDA STHL ______________________________ POEMS BY EMILY DICKINSON PHOTOGRAPHY BY RAGNAR RAEL
!ere is a solitude of space A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site !at polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself- Finite In"nity.
I tie my HatI crease my Shawl Life's little duties doprecisely
As the very least Were in"niteto me
I put new Blossoms in the Glass
And throw the oldaway I push a petal from my Gown !at anchored thereI weigh !e time 'twill be till six o'clock
I have so much to do And yetExistencesome way back
Stoppedstruckmy tickingthrough
Each Life Converges to some Centre- Expressed-or still-
Exists in every Human Nature A Goal-
Adored with caution-as a Brittle Heaven- To reach
Were hopeless, as the Rainbows Raiment To touch-
!at it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don't believe Does not exhilarate.
!en moved my Fingers o As cautiously as Glass
And held my ears, and like a !ief Fled gasping from the House-
When duller than our dullness !e Busy Darling lay
So busy was she"nishing So leisurelywere We
A long long Sleep A famous Sleep !at makes no show for Morn
By Stretch of Limb or stir of Lid An independent One
Was ever idleness like !is?
Upon a Bank of Stone To bask the Centuries away
Nor once look up for Noon?