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Blogging all the poems of Emily Dickinson by Susan Kornfeld and Adam DeGraff

20 December 2025

Soil of Flint, if steady tilled—

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Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand— -Fr862, J681, Fascicle 38, 1864 We...
18 December 2025

They say that “Time assuages” —

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They say that “Time assuages” — Time never did assuage — An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with Age — Time is a Test of Trouble ...
14 December 2025

No Notice gave She, but a Change—

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No Notice gave She, but a Change— No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffice That She should specify. She was not warm, thou...
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07 December 2025

Who Court obtain within Himself

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Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing— No Man depose Whom Fate Ordain— And Who...
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06 December 2025

Time feels so vast that were it not

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Time feels so vast that were it not For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity— To His exclusion, who prepare By Proces...
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04 December 2025

She rose to His Requirement – dropt

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She rose to His Requirement – dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife – If ought She missed in Her...
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23 November 2025

I play at Riches—to appease

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I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold With Want, and Opportunity— I coul...
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17 November 2025

Two—were immortal twice—

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Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity— That our ignoble Eyes The quality conceive Of P...
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