Emily Dickinson: 593

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1. Emily Dickinson "593"

Emily Dickinsona
written c. 1862, published 1929
I think I was enchanted
When first a somber Girl –
I read that Foreign Lady –
The Dark – felt beautiful –
And whether it was noon at night –
Or only Heaven – at Noon –
For every Lunacy of Light
I had not power to tell –
The Bees – became as Butterflies –
The Butterflies – as Swans –
Approached – and spurned the narrow Grass –
And just the meanest Tunes
That Nature murmured to herself
To keep herself in Cheer –
I took for Giants – practising
Titanic Opera –
The Days – to Mighty Metres stept –
The Homeliest – adorned
As if unto a Jubilee
‘Twere suddenly confirmed –
I could not have defined the change –
Conversion of the Mind
Like Sanctifying in the Soul –
Is witnessed – not explained –
‘Twas a Divine Insanity –
The Danger to be Sane
Should I again experience –
‘Tis Antidote to turn –
To Tomes of solid Witchcraft –
Magicians be asleep –
But Magic – hath an Element
Like Deity – to keep –
The Battle fought between the Soul
And No Man – is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent –
By far the Greater One –
No News of it is had abroad –
Its Bodiless Campaign
Establishes, and terminates –
Invisible – Unknown –
Nor History – record it –
As Legions of a Night
The Sunrise scatters – These endure –
Enact – and terminate –

2. Explanatory Notes

From The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, ed. Thomas H. Johnson (Boston: Little, Brown, 1997).

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