Fascicle One, Sheet 1h

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

We lose–because we win–
Gamblers–recollecting which–
Toss their dice again!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 1g

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Flees so the phantom meadow
Before the breathless Bee–
So bubble brooks in deserts
On ears that dying lie–
Burn so the evening spires
To eyes that Closing go–
Hangs so distant Heaven–
To a hand below.
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 1e

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Emily Dickinson, Flowers, photography, Poetry

A sepal–petal–and a thorn
Upon a common summer’s morn–
A flask of dew–A Bee or two–
A Breeze–a caper in the trees–
And I’m a Rose!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 1d

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Frequently the woods are pink–
Frequently, are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town–
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see–
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be–
And the Earth–they tell me
On its axis turned!
Wonderful rotation–
By but twelve performed!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 1c

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Bee, Emily Dickinson, Flowers, photography, Poetry

In the name of the Bee–
And of the Butterfly–
And of the Breeze–Amen!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 1b

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Infrared Angel, Alta Vista Cemetery, Georgia

A brief but patient illness–
An hour to prepare–
And one below, this morning
Is where the angels are–
It was a short procession–
The Bobolink was there–
An aged Bee addressed us–
And then we knelt in prayer–
We trust that she was willing–
We ask that we may be–
Summer–Sister–Seraph!
Let us go with thee!

~~Emily Dickinson
c. late summer 1858