Emily Dickinson Poems on Life (83 Poems)

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)

1 Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.All things do … Continue reading →

I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)

I cannot live with You —It would be Life —And Life is over there —Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to —Putting upOur Life — His Porcelain —Like a Cup — Discarded of the Housewife —Quaint — or … Continue reading →

Promise This-When You be Dying (Emily Dickinson Poems)

648 Promise This-When You be Dying-Some shall summon Me-Mine belong Your latest Sighing-Mine-to Belt Your Eye- Not with Coins-though they be MintedFrom an Emperor’s Hand-Be my lips-the only BuckleYour low Eyes-demand- Mine to stay-when all have wandered-To devise once moreIf … Continue reading →

It was not death, for I stood up (Emily Dickinson Poems)

It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues for noon. It was not frost, for on my fleshI felt siroccos crawl,Nor fire, for just my … Continue reading →

I cried at Pity-not at Pain (Emily Dickinson Poems)

588 I cried at Pity-not at Pain-I heard a Woman say“Poor Child”-and something in her voiceConvicted me-of me- So long I fainted, to myselfIt seemed the common way,And Health, and Laughter, Curious things-To look at, like a Toy- To sometimes … Continue reading →

Tie the strings to my life, my Lord (Emily Dickinson Poems)

Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side, So … Continue reading →

T’is So Much Joy (Emily Dickinson Poems)

‘T is so much joy! ‘T is so much joy!If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw;Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so This side the victory! Life is but life, and … Continue reading →

A solemn thing – it was – I said (Emily Dickinson Poems)

271 A solemn thing – it was – I said -A woman – white – to be -And wear – if God should count me fit -Her blameless mystery – A hallowed thing – to drop a lifeInto the purple … Continue reading →

Have you got a Brook in your little heart (Emily Dickinson Poems)

136 Have you got a Brook in your little heart,Where bashful flowers blow,And blushing birds go down to drink,And shadows tremble so- And nobody knows, so still it flows,That any brook is there,And yet your little draught of lifeIs daily … Continue reading →

It troubled me as once I was (Emily Dickinson Poems)

600 It troubled me as once I was-For I was once a Child-Concluding how an Atom-fell-And yet the Heavens-held- The Heavens weighed the most-by far-Yet Blue-and solid-stood-Without a Bolt-that I could prove-Would Giants-understand? Life set me larger-problems-Some I shall keep-to … Continue reading →