large/7245/poems_seriestwo_la_librivox_64kb_mp3/poemsseriestwo_3_dickinson_64kb_0
large/7245/poems_seriestwo_la_librivox_64kb_mp3/poemsseriestwo_3_dickinson_64kb
English
7245
XXXII. GOSSIP. The leaves, like women, interchange Sagacious confidence; Somewhat of nods, and somewhat of Portentous inference, The parties in both cases Enjoining secrecy,    Inviolable compact To notoriety. THIRTY TWO GOSSIP THE LEAVES LIKE WOMEN INTERCHANGE SAGACIOUS CONFIDENCE SOMEWHAT OF NODS AND SOMEWHAT OF PORTENTOUS INFERENCE THE PARTIES IN BOTH CASES ENJOINING SECRECY INVIOLABLE COMPACT TO NOTORIETY
reater than itself, though he Minutest of mankind might be. And who could reproduce the sun, At period of going down -- The lingering and the stain, I mean -- When Orient has been outgrown, And Occident becomes unknown, His name remain. XXX. THE WIND'S VISIT. The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, "Come in," I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, To offer whom a chair Were as impossible as hand A sofa to the air. No bone had he to bind him, His speech was like the push Of numerous humming-birds at once From a superior bush. His countenance a billow, His fingers, if he pass, Let go a music, as of tunes Blown tremulous in glass. He visited, still flitting; Then, like a timid man, Again he tapped -- 't was flurriedly -- And I became alone. XXXI. Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets, -- Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover's words. NINE THE ONE THAT COULD REPEAT THE SUMMER DAY WERE GREATER THAN ITSELF THOUGH HE MINUTEST OF MANKIND MIGHT BE AND WHO COULD REPRODUCE THE SUN AT PERIOD OF GOING DOWN THE LINGERING AND THE STAIN I MEAN WHEN ORIENT HAS BEEN OUTGROWN AND OCCIDENT BECOMES UNKNOWN HIS NAME REMAIN THIRTY THE WIND'S VISIT THE WIND TAPPED LIKE A TIRED MAN AND LIKE A HOST COME IN I BOLDLY ANSWERED ENTERED THEN MY RESIDENCE WITHIN A RAPID FOOTLESS GUEST TO OFFER WHOM A CHAIR WERE AS IMPOSSIBLE AS HAND A SOFA TO THE AIR NO BONE HAD HE TO BIND HIM HIS SPEECH WAS LIKE THE PUSH OF NUMEROUS HUMMING BIRDS AT ONCE FROM A SUPERIOR BUSH HIS COUNTENANCE A BILLOW HIS FINGERS IF HE PASS LET GO A MUSIC AS OF TUNES BLOWN TREMULOUS IN GLASS HE VISITED STILL FLITTING THEN LIKE A TIMID MAN AGAIN HE TAPPED TWAS FLUIDLY AND I BECAME ALONE THIRTY ONE NATURE RARER USES YELLOW THAN ANOTHER HUE SAVE SHE ALL THAT FOR SUNSETS PRODIGAL OF BLUE SPENDING SCARLET LIKE A WOMAN YELLOW SHE AFFORDS ONLY SCANTLY AND SELECTLY LIKE A LOVER'S WORDS
large/7245/poems_seriestwo_la_librivox_64kb_mp3/poemsseriestwo_3_dickinson_64kb
file
download/librilight/large/7245/poems_seriestwo_la_librivox_64kb_mp3/poemsseriestwo_3_dickinson_64kb.flac