Emily Dickinson Poems on Time (70 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 →

Your Riches – taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)

299 Your Riches – taught me – Poverty.Myself – a MillionaireIn little Wealths, as Girls could boastTill broad as Buenos Ayre – You drifted your Dominions -A Different Peru -And I esteemed All PovertyFor Life’s Estate with you – Of … Continue reading →

I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl (Emily Dickinson Poems)

443 I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl -Life’s little duties do – precisely -As the very leastWere infinite – to me – I put new Blossoms in the Glass -And throw the old – away -I push … Continue reading →

‘Twas just this time, last year, I died (Emily Dickinson Poems)

445 ‘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, … Continue reading →

I’m ceded-I’ve stopped being Theirs (Emily Dickinson Poems)

508 I’m ceded-I’ve stopped being Theirs-The name They dropped upon my faceWith water, in the country churchIs finished using, now,And They can put it with my Dolls,My childhood, and the string of spools,I’ve finished threading-too- Baptized, before, without the choice,But … Continue reading →

No Notice gave She, but a Change (Emily Dickinson Poems)

804 No Notice gave She, but a Change-No Message, but a Sigh-For Whom, the Time did not sufficeThat She should specify. She was not warm, though Summer shoneNor scrupulous of coldThough Rime by Rime, the steady FrostUpon Her Bosom piled- … Continue reading →

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, — (Emily Dickinson Poems)

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —A ribbon at a time.The steeples swam in amethyst,The news like squirrels ran. The hill untied their bonnets,The bobolinks begun.Then I said softly to myself,“That must have been the sun!”…………………………….. But how he … Continue reading →

Unto my Books-so good to turn (Emily Dickinson Poems)

604 Unto my Books-so good to turn-Far ends of tired Days-It half endears the Abstinence-And Pain-is missed-in Praise- As Flavors-cheer Retarded GuestsWith Banquettings to be-So Spices-stimulate the timeTill my small Library- It may be Wilderness-without-Far feet of failing Men-But Holiday-excludes … Continue reading →

‘Twas a long Parting – but the time (Emily Dickinson Poems)

625 ‘Twas a long Parting – but the timeFor Interview – had Come -Before the Judgment Seat of God -The last – and second time These Fleshless Lovers met -A Heaven in a Gaze -A Heaven of Heavens – the … Continue reading →

The face I carry with me-last (Emily Dickinson Poems)

336 The face I carry with me-last-When I go out of Time-To take my Rank-by-in the West-That face-will just be thine- I’ll hand it to the Angel-That-Sir-was my Degree-In Kingdoms-you have heard the Raised-Refer to-possibly. He’ll take it-scan it-step aside-Return-with … Continue reading →