POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
LX
A SHADY friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
For frigid hour of mind.
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If broadcloth breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,
Scares muslin souls away;
If broadcloth breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,
Who is to blame? The weaver?
Ah! the bewildering thread!
The tapestries of paradise
So notelessly are made!
Ah! the bewildering thread!
The tapestries of paradise
So notelessly are made!
LXI
EACH life converges to some centre
Expressed or still ;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Expressed or still ;
Exists in every human nature
A goal,
Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,
Too fair
For credibility’s temerity
To dare.
Too fair
For credibility’s temerity
To dare.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment
To touch,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow’s raiment
To touch,
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