The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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I would not paint - a picture -I'd rather be the One It's bright impossibility To dwell - delicious - on - And wonder how the fingers feelWhose rare - celestial - stir - provokesEvokes so sweet a torment - Such sumptuous - Despair - I would not talk, like Cornets - I'd rather be the OneRaised softly toHorizons the Ceilings - Andby - out, and easy on - Through Villages of Ether - Myselfupborne • upheld • sustained endued Balloon By but a lip of Metal -The pier to my Pontoon - Nor would I be a Poet - It's finer - Own the Ear - Enamored - impotent - content -The License to revere,Aluxury privilege so awful What would the Dower be, Had I the Art to stun myself With Bolts - of Melody!