Fascicle One, Sheet 1k

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Emily Dickinson, Flowers, photography, Poetry

To him who keeps an Orchis’ heart–
The swamps are pink with June.
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 1j

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

To lose–if One can find again–
To miss–if One shall meet–
The Burglar cannot rob–then–
The Broker cannot cheat.
So build the hillocks gaily–
Thou little spade of mine
Leaving nooks for Daisy
And for Columbine–
You and I the secret
Of the Crocus know–
Let us chant it softly–
“There is no more snow”!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

Fascicle One, Sheet 1i

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Saint Cuthbert’s Way

 
All these my banners be.
I sow my–pageantry
In May–
It rises train by train–
Then sleeps in state again–
My chancel–all the plain
Today.
~~Emily Dickinson, c. late summer 1858

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