My Cricket
Emily Dickinson * Track #117 On Second Series
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I’m Nobody! Who Are You?Emily Dickinson
- #2I bring an unaccustomed wine
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- #3The nearest Dream recedes—unrealized
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- #4
We play at pasteEmily Dickinson
- #5I found the phrase to every thought
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- #6Hope is the thing with feathers
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- #7The White Heat
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- #8Who never lost, are unprepared (73)
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- #9I can wade Grief (252)
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- #10I never hear the word ‘escape’
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- #11For each ecstatic instant
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- #12Through the strait pass of suffering (792)
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- #13I meant to have but modest needs (476)
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- #14The thought beneath so slight a film
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- #15The Soul unto itself (683)
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- #16Surgeons must be very careful
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- #17The Railway Train
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- #18The show is not the show
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- #19Delight becomes pictorial
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- #20A thought went up my mind to-day
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- #21Is Heaven A Physician?
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- #22Tho’ I get home how late—how late
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- #23A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart
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- #24I should have been too glad, I see (313)
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- #25It tossed—and tossed (723)
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- #26Victory comes late (690)
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- #27God gave a Loaf to every Bird
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- #28Experiment To Me
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- #29My Country’s Wardrobe
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- #30“Faith” is a fine invention
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- #31Except the Heaven had come so near
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- #32Portraits are to daily faces
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- #33I took my Power in my Hand (540)
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- #34A shady friend for torrid days
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- #35Each life converges to some centre
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- #36Before I got my eye put out
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- #37Talk with prudence to a Beggar
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- #38The Preacher
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- #39Good night! which put the candle out?
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- #40When I Hoped I Feared
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- #41Deed
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- #42Time’s Lesson
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- #43Remorse
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- #44The Body grows without (578)
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- #45Undue Significance a starving man attaches
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- #46Heart, not so heavy as mine
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- #47I many times thought Peace had come (739)
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- #48Unto my Books—so good to turn
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- #49This Merit hath the worst (979)
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- #50I had been hungry, all the Years
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- #51I gained it so (359)
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- #52To learn the Transport by the Pain
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- #53I Years Had Been From Home
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- #54Prayer is the little implement (437)
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- #55I know that He exists
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- #56Musicians wrestle everywhere
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- #57Just lost, when I was saved!
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- #58Of all the souls that stand create
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- #59Your Riches—taught me—Poverty (299)
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- #60I gave myself to Him (580)
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- #61Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him
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- #62The Way I read a Letter’s—this (636)
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- #63Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249)
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- #64The Night was wide, and furnished scant
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- #65Did the Harebell loose her girdle
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- #66A Charm invests a face (421)
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- #67The Rose did caper on her cheek
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- #68In lands I never saw—they say
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- #69The Moon Is Distant From The Sea
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- #70He put the Belt around my life (273)
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- #71I held a Jewel in my fingers
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- #72What if I say I shall not wait!
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- #73Nature—the Gentlest Mother is
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- #74Will there really be a ”Morning”? (101)
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- #75At Half-Past Three A Single Bird
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- #76The day came slow, till five o’ clock
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- #77The Sun—just touched the Morning
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- #78The Robin is the One
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- #79From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
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- #80Before you thought of spring
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- #81An altered look about the hills
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- #82Whose are the little beds, I asked
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- #83Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
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- #84To hear an Oriole sing
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- #85The Oriole
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- #86In Shadow
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- #87A Route of Evanescence
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- #88The Skies can’t keep their secret! (191)
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- #89Who Robbed The Woods?
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- #90Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533)
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- #91By The Sea
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- #92Arcturus is his other name (70)
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- #93An awful Tempest mashed the air
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- #94An everywhere of silver
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- #95A Bird came down the Walk (328)
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- #96A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
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- #97The Mushroom
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- #98There came a Wind like a Bugle
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- #99The Spider
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- #100I know a place where summer strives
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- #101The One who could repeat the Summer day
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- #102The wind tapped like a tired man
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- #103Nature rarer uses yellow
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- #104The Leaves like Women interchange (987)
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- #105How Happy Is The Little Stone
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- #106Storm
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- #107The Rat
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- #108Frequently the wood are pink (6)
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- #109The wind begun to rock the grass
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- #110South Winds jostle them
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- #111Where Ships of Purple—gently toss
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- #112She sweeps with many-colored brooms
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- #113Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
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- #114Bring me the sunset in a cup
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- #115Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple (228)
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- #116My Cricket
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- #117
As Imperceptibly as GriefEmily Dickinson
- #118It can’t be ”Summer”! (221)
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- #119The Gentian weaves her fringes
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- #120God made a little Gentian (442)
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- #121Besides the Autumn poets sing (131)
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- #122The Blue Jay
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- #123Let Down The Bars, O Death!
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- #124Going to Heaven!
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- #125At least—to pray—is left—is left (502)
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- #126Epitaph
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- #127Morns like these—we parted
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- #128A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
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- #129I read my sentence—steadily (412)
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- #130I Have Not Told My Garden Yet
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- #131They dropped like flakes
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- #132The only ghost I ever saw
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- #133Some, too fragile for winter winds
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- #134As by the dead we love to sit
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- #135Death sets a Thing significant
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- #136I went to heaven
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- #137Their Height in Heaven comforts not (696)
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- #138There is a Shame of Nobleness (551)
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- #139Triumph—may be of several kinds (455)
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- #140Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
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- #141I Noticed People Disappeared
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- #142I had no Cause to be awake (542)
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- #143If anybody’s friend be dead (509)
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- #144Our journey had advanced
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- #145Ample make this Bed
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- #146On such a night, or such a night
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- #147Essential Oils — are wrung
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- #148I lived on dread; to those who know
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- #149If I should die
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- #150Her final Summer was it
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- #151One need not be a chamber to be haunted
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- #152She died—this was the way she died
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- #153Wait till the Majesty of Death
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- #154Went Up A Year This Evening!
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- #155Requiem
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- #156What Inn is this
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- #157It was not Death, for I stood up (510)
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- #158I should not dare to leave my friend
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- #159Void
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- #160A throe upon the features (71)
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- #161Of Tribulation, these are They
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- #162I think just how my shape will rise
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- #163After a hundred years
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- #164Lay This Laurel On The One
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My Cricket by Emily Dickinson
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Emily DickinsonMy Cricket Annotated
Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive mass.
No ordinance is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.
Antiquest felt at noon
When August, burning low,
Calls forth this spectral canticle,
Repose to typify.
Remit as yet no grace,
No furrow on the glow,
Yet a druidic difference
Enhances nature now.