Emily Dickinson: Fascicle 16

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Poem 9 (J 445: 1862/1896)

1:
'Twas just this time , last year , I died.
'Twas just this time last year I died.
'Twas just this time last year I died.
'Twas just this time , last year , I died.
2:
I know I heard the Corn ,
I know I heard the corn ,
I know I heard the corn ,
I know I heard the Corn ,
3:
When I was Carried by the Farms
When I was carried by the farms ,—
When I was carried by the farms ,—
When I was carried by the Farms
4:
It had the Tassels on
It had the tassels on .
It had the tassels on .
It had the Tassels on
5:
I thought how yellow it would look
I thought how yellow it would look
I thought how yellow it would look
I thought how yellow it would look
6:
When Richard went to mill
When Richard went to mill ;
When Richard went to mill ;
When Richard went to mill
7:
And then , I wanted to get out,
And then I wanted to get out,
And then I wanted to get out,
And then , I wanted to get out,
8:
But something held my will.
But something held my will.
But something held my will.
But something held my will.
9:
I thought just how Red Apples wedged
I thought just how red apples wedged
I thought just how red apples wedged
I thought just how Red Apples wedged
10:
The Stubble's joints between
The stubble's joints between ;
The stubble's joints between ;
The Stubble's joints between
11:
And Carts went stooping round the fields
And carts went stooping round the fields
And carts went stooping round the fields
And the Carts stooping round the fields
12:
To take the Pumpkins in
To take the pumpkins in .
To take the pumpkins in .
To take the Pumpkins in
13:
I wondered which would miss me , least,
I wondered which would miss me least,
I wondered which would miss me least,
I wondered which would miss me , least,
14:
And when Thanksgiving , came,
And when Thanksgiving came,
And when Thanksgiving came,
And when Thanksgiving , came,
15:
If Father'd multiply the plates
If father'd multiply the plates
If father'd multiply the plates
If Father'd multiply the plates
16:
To make an even Sum
To make an even sum .
To make an even sum .
To make an even Sum
17:
And would it blur the Christmas glee
And if my stocking hung too high,
And if my stocking hung too high,
And would it blur the Christmas glee
18:
My Stocking hang too high
Would it blur the Christmas glee,
Would it blur the Christmas glee,
My Stocking hang too high
19:
For any Santa Claus to reach
That not a Santa Claus to reach
That not a Santa Claus to reach
For any Santa Claus to reach
20:
The Altitude of me
The altitude of me ?
The altitude of me ?
The Altitude of me
21:
But this sort , grieved myself,
But this sort grieved myself, and so
But this sort grieved myself, and so
But this sort , grieved myself,
22:
And so, I thought the other way ,
I thought how it would be ,
I thought how it would be
And so, I thought the other way ,
23:
And just this time, some perfect year
When just this time, some perfect year ,
When just this time, some perfect year ,
How just this time, some perfect year
24:
Themself , should come to me
Themselves should come to me .
Themselves should come to me .
Themself , should come to me
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. 'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on— I thought how yellow it would look— When Richard went to mill— And then, I wanted to get out, I thought just how Red—Apples wedged I thought just how Red—Apples wedged The Stubble's joints between— And Carts went stooping round the fields To take the Pumpkins in— I wondered which would miss me, least, And when Thanksgiving, came, If father'd multiply the plates— If father'd multiply the plates— To make an even Sum— And would it blur the Christmas glee My Stocking hung too high For any Santa Claus to reach The Altitude of me— But this sort, grieved myself, And so, I thought the other way, How just this time, some perfect year— How just this time, some perfect year— Themself, should come to me— Themself, should come to me—
Original Dickinson: 'Twas just this time, last year, I died. Original Dickinson: I know I heard the Corn, Original Dickinson: When I was carried by the Farms— Original Dickinson: It had the Tassels on— Original Dickinson: I thought how yellow it would look— Original Dickinson: When Richard went to mill— Original Dickinson: And then, I wanted to get out, Original Dickinson: I thought just how Red—Apples wedged Original Dickinson: The Stubble's joints between— Original Dickinson: And Carts went stooping round the fields Original Dickinson: To take the Pumpkins in— Original Dickinson: I wondered which would miss me, least, Original Dickinson: And when Thanksgiving, came, Original Dickinson: If father'd multiply the plates— Original Dickinson: If father'd multiply the plates— Original Dickinson: To make an even Sum— Original Dickinson: And would it blur the Christmas glee Original Dickinson: My Stocking hung too high Original Dickinson: For any Santa Claus to reach Original Dickinson: The Altitude of me— Original Dickinson: But this sort, grieved myself,/And so, I thought the other way, Original Dickinson: But this sort, grieved myself,/And so, I thought the other way, Original Dickinson: How just this time, some perfect year— Original Dickinson: How just this time, some perfect year— Original Dickinson: Themself, should come to me— Original Dickinson: Themself, should come to me—
Original Dickinson: 'Twas just this time, last year, I died. Original Dickinson: I know I heard the Corn, Original Dickinson: When I was carried by the Farms— Original Dickinson: It had the Tassels on— Original Dickinson: I thought how yellow it would look— Original Dickinson: When Richard went to mill— Original Dickinson: And then, I wanted to get out, Original Dickinson: I thought just how Red—Apples wedged Original Dickinson: The Stubble's joints between— Original Dickinson: And Carts went stooping round the fields Original Dickinson: To take the Pumpkins in— Original Dickinson: I wondered which would miss me, least, Original Dickinson: And when Thanksgiving, came, Original Dickinson: If father'd multiply the plates— Original Dickinson: If father'd multiply the plates— Original Dickinson: To make an even Sum— Original Dickinson: And would it blur the Christmas glee Original Dickinson: My Stocking hung too high Original Dickinson: For any Santa Claus to reach Original Dickinson: The Altitude of me— Original Dickinson: But this sort, grieved myself,/And so, I thought the other way, Original Dickinson: But this sort, grieved myself,/And so, I thought the other way, Original Dickinson: How just this time, some perfect year— Original Dickinson: How just this time, some perfect year— Original Dickinson: Themself, should come to me— Original Dickinson: Themself, should come to me—
Original Dickinson: 'Twas just this time, last year, I died. Original Dickinson: I know I heard the Corn, Original Dickinson: When I was carried by the Farms— Original Dickinson: It had the Tassels on— Original Dickinson: I thought how yellow it would look— Original Dickinson: When Richard went to mill— Original Dickinson: And then, I wanted to get out, Original Dickinson: I thought just how Red—Apples wedged Original Dickinson: The Stubble's joints between— Original Dickinson: And Carts went stooping round the fields Original Dickinson: To take the Pumpkins in— Original Dickinson: I wondered which would miss me, least, Original Dickinson: And when Thanksgiving, came, Original Dickinson: If father'd multiply the plates— Original Dickinson: If father'd multiply the plates— Original Dickinson: To make an even Sum— Original Dickinson: And would it blur the Christmas glee Original Dickinson: My Stocking hung too high Original Dickinson: For any Santa Claus to reach Original Dickinson: The Altitude of me— Original Dickinson: But this sort, grieved myself, Original Dickinson: And so, I thought the other way, Original Dickinson: How just this time, some perfect year— Original Dickinson: How just this time, some perfect year— Original Dickinson: Themself, should come to me— Original Dickinson: Themself, should come to me—