Emily Dickinson: No Man can compass a Despair - As round a Goalless
No Man can compass a Despair -
As round a Goalless Road
No faster than a Mile at once
The Traveller proceed -
Unconscious of the Width -
Unconscious that the Sun
Be setting on His progress -
So accurate the one
At estimating Pain -
Whose own - has just begun -
His ignorance - the Angel
That pilot Him along.
Emily Dickinson
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Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
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, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...