If your Nerve, deny you — Go above your Nerve — He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve — That’s a steady posture — Never any bend Held o… - Emily Dickinson

If your Nerve, deny you
Go above your Nerve

Nature is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee, Nay—Nature is Heaven. Nature is what we hear, The Bobolink, the Sea— Thunder, the Cricket— Nay,—Nature is Harmony. Nature is what we know But have no art to say, So impotent our wisdom is To Her simplicity.

Ако чета книга и тя така изстуди тялото ми, че никой огън никога вече да не може да ме стопли, знам, това е поезия. Ако имам физическото усещане, че горната част на главата ми е отнесена, знам, това е поезия. Такива са моите начини да я разпознавам. Има ли друг начин?

You left me - Sire - two Legacies
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father
Had He the offer of -

You left me Boundaries of Pain -
Capacious as the Sea -
Between Eternity and Time -
Your Consciousness - and Me -