Poésies de Emily Dickinson

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  • "Nature" is what we see

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    "Nature" is what we see
    The Hill the Afternoon
    Squirrel Eclipse the Bumble bee
    Nay Nature is Heaven
    Nature is what we hear

  • Nature and God 'I neither knew

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    Nature and God I neither knew
    Yet Both so well knew me
    They startled, like Executors
    Of My identity.

  • Nature is what we see '

    "Nature" is what we see
    The Hill the Afternoon
    Squirrel Eclipse the Bumble bee
    Nay Nature is Heaven
    Nature is what we hear

  • Nature rarer uses yellow

    Nature rarer uses yellow
    Than another hue;
    Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
    Prodigal of blue,

  • Nature the gentlest mother is

    Nature the gentlest mother is,
    Impatient of no child,
    The feeblest of the waywardest.
    Her admonition mild

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  • "Why do I love" You, Sir?

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    "Why do I love" You, Sir?
    Because
    The Wind does not require the Grass
    To answer Wherefore when He pass

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