Emily Dickinson Poems on Snow (54 Poems)

Safe in their alabaster chambers, (Emily Dickinson Poems)

Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and roof of stone. Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;Pipe the sweet … Continue reading →

Summer’s Armies (Emily Dickinson Poems)

Some Rainbow-coming from the Fair!Some Vision of the World Cashmere-I confidently see!Or else a Peacock’s purple TrainFeather by feather-on the plainFritters itself away! The dreamy Butterflies bestir!Lethargic pools resume the whirOf last year’s sundered tune!From some old Fortress on the … Continue reading →

What care the Dead, for Chanticleer (Emily Dickinson Poems)

592 What care the Dead, for Chanticleer-What care the Dead for Day?‘Tis late your Sunrise vex their face-And Purple Ribaldry-of Morning Pour as blank on themAs on the Tier of WallThe Mason builded, yesterday,And equally as cool- What care the … Continue reading →

All these my banners be (Emily Dickinson Poems)

22 All these my banners be.I sow my pageantryIn May -It rises train by train -Then sleeps in state again -My chancel – all the plain Today. To lose – if one can find again -To miss – … Continue reading →

A Clock Stopped – Not The Mantel’s (Emily Dickinson Poems)

A clock stopped — not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skillCan’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain,Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not … Continue reading →

He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose (Emily Dickinson Poems)

759 He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose-Bestowed Himself to BallsAs One who for a further LifeHad not a further Use- Invited Death-with bold attempt-But Death was Coy of HimAs Other Men, were Coy of Death-To Him-to live-was Doom- … Continue reading →

XVI (Emily Dickinson Poems)

To fight aloud, is very brave-But gallanter, I knowWho charge within the bosomThe Cavalry of Woe- Who win, and nations do not see-Who fall-and none observe-Whose dying eyes, no CountryRegards with patriot love- We trust, in plumed processionFor such, the … Continue reading →

Snow flakes (Emily Dickinson Poems)

36 Snow flakes. I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town,And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down.And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig,And ten of my once stately … Continue reading →

My Garden (Emily Dickinson Poems)

New feet within my garden go-New fingers stir the sod-A Troubadour upon the ElmBetrays the solitude. New children play upon the green-New Weary sleep below-And still the pensive Spring returns-And still the punctual snow! (Emily Dickinson)

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, (Emily Dickinson Poems)

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,A travelling flake of snowAcross a barn or through a rutDebates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all dayHow some one treated him;Nature, like us, is sometimes caughtWithout her diadem. (Emily … Continue reading →