Rethink.

“As Frost is best con­ceived” (951) Emily Dick­in­son As Frost is best con­ceived By force of its Result — Afflic­tion is inferred By sub­se­quent effect — If when the sun reveal, The Gar­den keep the Gash — If as the Days resume The wilted coun­te­nance Can­not cor­rect the crease Or coun­ter­act the stain — Pre­sump­tion …

“It is an hon­or­able Thought…” (946) Emily Dick­in­son It is an hon­or­able Thought And makes One lift One’s Hat As One met sud­den Gen­tle­folk Upon a daily Street That We’ve immor­tal Place Though Pyra­mids decay And King­doms, like the Orchard Flit Rus­setly away Com­ment: “It is an hon­or­able Thought.… [t]hat We’ve immor­tal Place.” Not a rea­son­able …

Fairer through Fad­ing — as the Day (938) Emily Dick­in­son Fairer through Fad­ing — as the Day Into the Dark­ness dips away — Half Her Com­plex­ion of the Sun — Hin­der­ing — Haunt­ing — Per­ish­ing — Ral­lies Her Glow, like a dying Friend — Teas­ing with glit­ter­ing Amend — Only to aggra­vate the Dark Through …

“Impos­si­bil­ity, like Wine” (838) Emily Dick­in­son Impos­si­bil­ity, like Wine Exhil­a­rates the Man Who tastes it; Pos­si­bil­ity Is fla­vor­less — Com­bine A Chance’s faintest Tinc­ture And in the for­mer Dram Enchant­ment makes ingre­di­ent As cer­tainly as Doom — Com­ment: Impos­si­bil­ity exhil­a­rates like Wine, when tasted. Pos­si­bil­ity is fla­vor­less (is pos­si­bil­ity tasted? Doesn’t taste require choice?). The big­ger …

Love — is that later thing than Death (924) Emily Dick­in­son Love — is that later Thing than Death — More pre­vi­ous — than Life — Con­firms it at its entrance — And Usurps it — of itself — Tastes Death — the first — to hand the sting The Sec­ond — to its friend …