Your thoughts don't have words every day
They come a single time
Like signal esoteric sips
Of the communion Wine
Which while you taste so native seems
So easy so to be
You cannot comprehend its price
Nor its infrequency
Emily Dickinson: Poem Collections
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Wild Nights
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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
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Your thoughts don't have words every day
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Your Riches - taught me - Poverty
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You've seen Balloons set - Haven't You?
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You're right - "the way is narrow" -
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You'll know it - as you know 'tis Noon -
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You'll know Her - by Her Foot -
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You'll find - it when you try to die -
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You taught me Waiting with Myself -
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You see I cannot see - your lifetime -
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You said that I "was Great" - one Day -
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You love the Lord - you cannot see -
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You love me - you are sure -
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You left me - Sire - two Legacies -
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You know that Portrait in the Moon -
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You constituted Time -
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You cannot take itself
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You cannot put a Fire out -
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You cannot make Remembrance grow
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Yesterday is History
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Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
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Wonder - is not precisely Knowing
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Wolfe demanded during dying
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Without this - there is nought -
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Without a smile - Without a Throe
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Within thy Grave!
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Within that little Hive
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Within my reach!
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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
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With thee, in the Desert -
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With sweetness unabated
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With Pinions of Disdain
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Witchcraft was hung, in History,
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Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
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Winter under cultivation
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Winter is good - his Hoar Delights
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Will there really be a "Morning"?
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Why should we hurry - why indeed?
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Why make it doubt - it hurts it so -
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"Why do I love" You, Sir?
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Why - do they shut Me out of Heaven?
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Whose Pink career may have a close
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Whose cheek is this?
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Whose are the little beds, I asked
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Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets - of Red -
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Whoever disenchants
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Who were "the Father and the Son"
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Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
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Who occupies this House?
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Who never wanted - maddest Joy
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Who never lost, are unprepared
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Who is the East?
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Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -
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Who has not found the Heaven - below -
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Who goes to dine must take his Feast
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Who Giants know, with lesser Men
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Who Court obtain within Himself
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Who abdicated Ambush
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White as an Indian Pipe
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While we were fearing it, it came -
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While it is alive
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While Asters -
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Which misses most,
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Which is the best - the Moon or the Crescent?
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Which is best? Heaven -
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Whether they have forgotten
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Whether my bark went down at sea -
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Where Thou art - that - is Home -
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Where Ships of Purple - gently toss -
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Where Roses would not dare to go,
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Where I have lost, I softer tread -
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Where every bird is bold to go
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Where bells no more affright the morn -
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When we stand on the tops of Things -
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When we have ceased to care
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When they come back - if Blossoms do -
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When the Astronomer stops seeking
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When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
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When One has given up One's life
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When Night is almost done -
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When Memory is full
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When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
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When I was small, a Woman died -
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When I hoped, I recollect
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When I hoped I feared -
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When I have seen the Sun emerge
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When I count the seeds
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When Etna basks and purrs
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When Diamonds are a Legend,
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When Bells stop ringing - Church - begins
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When a Lover is a Beggar
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Whatever it is - she has tried it -
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What would I give to see his face?
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What we see we know somewhat
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What Twigs We held by -
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What tenements of clover
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What Soft - Cherubic Creatures -
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What shall I do when the Summer troubles -
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What shall I do - it whimpers so -
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What mystery pervades a well!
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What is - "Paradise" -
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What Inn is this
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What if I say I shall not wait!
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What I see not, I better see -
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What I can do - I will -
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What did They do since I saw Them?
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What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -
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Wert Thou but ill - that I might show thee
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Were natural mortal lady
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Were it to be the last
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Were it but Me that gained the Height -
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Went up a year this evening!
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We'll pass without the parting
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We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
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We thirst at first - 'tis Nature's Act -
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We talked with each other about each other
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We talked as Girls do -
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We shun it ere it comes,
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We shun because we prize her Face
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We should not mind so small a flower -
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We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
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We send the Wave to find the Wave -
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We see - Comparatively -
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We pray - to Heaven -
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We play at Paste -
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We outgrow love, like other things
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We never know we go when we are going -
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We never know how high we are
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We miss Her, not because We see -
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