你是谁

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I’m nobody！Who are you？ The way I read a letter’s this  To make a prairie it takes a clover  Water is taught by thirst  The soul selects her own society  A something in a summer’s day  If what we could were what we would ——  For Death，—— or rather  If recollecting were forgetting  I send two Sunsets —— I had been hungty all the years Each that we lose rakes part of us  Good night！which put the candle out？ The mountain sat upon the plain  It was not death，for I stood up  I reason，earth is short  Love reckons by itself alone  The body grows outside，——  A door just opened on a streer ——  The bee is not afraid of me  How happy is the littie stone  Surgeons must be vety careful  The cricket sang  A word is dead  There is a word  The bustle in a house  A thought went up my mind today  There came a wind like a bugle  I died for beauty，but was scarce  I lived on dread; to those who know  I think that the root of the Wind is Water  It tossed and tossed，——  My life closed twice before its close  Nature rarer uses yellow  Is bliss，then，such abyss She sweeps with many-colored brooms  We learn in the retteating No rock cen torture me So mt its sun in thee A clock stopped —— not the mantel’s  Some things that fly there be，—— Pereption of an A bird came down the walk  rye got an arrow here  Adventure most onto itself I never hear the word "escape"  My country need not change her gown There is another Loneliness  You’ve seen balloons set，haven’t you？ It’s like the light，—— As impereeptibly as grid Softened by Tune’s consummate plush The long sigh of the Frog Before I got my eye put out  I heard a fly buzz when I died What if I say I shaU not wait？To tell the beauty would decrease I started early，took my dog  Give little anguish  I years had been from home Mine enemy is growing old，—— Remembrance has a rear and front，—— I measure every grief I meet  Pain has an element of blank Apparently with no surprise  At half.past three a single bird  My rtver nms to thee The last night that she lived  The son kept setting，setting still  The murmuring of bees hms ceased  If  can stop one heart from breaking ……

作者简介

This is a collection of Emily Dickinson¹s greatest poetry, from the wistful to the unsettling, the wonders of nature to the foibles of humans, This collection is the perfect introduction to the words of Emily Dickinson for first-time readers, or the ideal pocket-sized version for longtime fans of her work.

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