Emily Dickinson Poems on Soul (113 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 →

If I may have it, when it’s dead (Emily Dickinson Poems)

577 If I may have it, when it’s dead,I’ll be contented-so-If just as soon as Breath is outIt shall belong to me- Until they lock it in the Grave,‘Tis Bliss I cannot weigh-For tho’ they lock Thee in the Grave,Myself-can … Continue reading →

I think to Live-may be a Bliss (Emily Dickinson Poems)

646 I think to Live-may be a BlissTo those who dare to try-Beyond my limit to conceive-My lip-to testify- I think the Heart I former woreCould widen-till to meThe Other, like the little BankAppear-unto the Sea- I think the Days-could … Continue reading →

The Soul has Bandaged moments (Emily Dickinson Poems)

512 The Soul has Bandaged moments-When too appalled to stir-She feels some ghastly Fright come upAnd stop to look at her- Salute her-with long fingers-Caress her freezing hair-Sip, Goblin, from the very lipsThe Lover-hovered-o’er-Unworthy, that a thought so meanAccost a … Continue reading →

‘Tis so appalling – it (Emily Dickinson Poems)

‘Tis so appalling – it exhilarates -So over Horror, it half Captivates -The Soul stares after it, secure -A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more – To scan a Ghost, is faint -But grappling, conquers it -How easy, Torment, now -Suspense … Continue reading →

The Tint I cannot take-is best (Emily Dickinson Poems)

627 The Tint I cannot take-is best-The Color too remoteThat I could show it in Bazaar-A Guinea at a sight- The fine-impalpable Array-That swaggers on the eyeLike Cleopatra’s Company-Repeated-in the sky- The Moments of DominionThat happen on the SoulAnd leave … Continue reading →

This World is not Conclusion (Emily Dickinson Poems)

501This World is not Conclusion.A species stands beyond-Invisible, as Music-But positive, as Sound-It beckons, and it baffles-Philosophy-don’t know-And through a Riddle, at the last-Sagacity, must go-To guess it, puzzles scholars-To gain it, Men have borneContempt of GenerationsAnd Crucifixion, shown-Faith slips-and … Continue reading →

The World-stands (Emily Dickinson Poems)

493 The World-stands-solemner-to me-Since I was wed-to Him-A modesty befits the soulThat bears another’s-name-A doubt-if it be fair-indeed-To wear that perfect-pearl-The Man-upon the Woman-binds-To clasp her soul-for all-A prayer, that it more angel-prove-A whiter Gift-within-To that munificence, that chose-So unadorned-a … Continue reading →

This is a Blossom of the Brain (Emily Dickinson Poems)

945 This is a Blossom of the Brain -A small – italic SeedLodged by Design or HappeningThe Spirit fructified – Shy as the Wind of his ChambersSwift as a Freshet’s TongueSo of the Flower of the SoulIts process is unknown. … Continue reading →

Dare you see a Soul (Emily Dickinson Poems)

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door -Red – is the Fire’s common tint -But when the vivid OreHas vanquished Flame’s conditions,It quivers from the ForgeWithout a color, but the lightOf unanointed Blaze.Least Village … Continue reading →