Emily Dickinson Poems (2290 Poems)
Good Morning – Midn (Emily Dickinson Poems)
425 Good Morning – Midnight -I’m coming Home -Day – got tired of Me -How could I – of Him? Sunshine was a sweet place -I liked to stay -But Morn – didn’t want me – now -So – Goodnight … Continue reading
In falling Timbers buried (Emily Dickinson Poems)
614 In falling Timbers buried-There breathed a Man-Outside-the spades-were plying-The Lungs-within- Could He-know-they sought Him-Could They-know-He breathed-Horrid Sand Partition-Neither-could be heard- Never slacked the Diggers-But when Spades had done-Oh, Reward of Anguish,It was dying-Then- Many Things-are fruitless-‘Tis a Baffling Earth-But … Continue reading
She sweeps with many-colored (Emily Dickinson Poems)
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,And leaves the shreds behind;Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,You dropped an amber thread;And now you’ve littered all the EastWith duds of emerald! And still … Continue reading
One Crucifixion is recorded-onl (Emily Dickinson Poems)
553 One Crucifixion is recorded-only-How many beIs not affirmed of Mathematics-Or History- One Calvary-exhibited to Stranger-As many beAs persons-or Peninsulas-Gethsemane- Is but a Province-in the Being’s Centre-Judea-For Journey-or Crusade’s Achieving-Too near- Our Lord-indeed-made Compound Witness-And yet-There’s newer-nearer CrucifixionThan That- (Emily … Continue reading
The Admirations- (Emily Dickinson Poems)
906 The Admirations-and Contempts-of time-Show justest-through an Open Tomb-The Dying-as it were a HeightReorganizes EstimateAnd what We saw notWe distinguish clear-And mostly-see notWhat We saw before- ‘Tis Compound Vision-Light-enabling Light-The Finite-furnishedWith the Infinite-Convex-and Concave Witness-Back-toward Time-And forward-Toward the God of … Continue reading
A little bread – a crust – a crumb (Emily Dickinson Poems)
159 A little bread – a crust – a crumb -A little trust – a demijohn -Can keep the soul alive -Not portly, mind! but breathing – warm -Conscious – as old Napoleon,The night before the Crown! A modest lot … Continue reading
He fumbles at your spirit (Emily Dickinson Poems)
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keysBefore they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow,By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has … Continue reading
Life-is what we make of it (Emily Dickinson Poems)
698 Life-is what we make of it-Death-we do not know-Christ’s acquaintance with HimJustify Him-though- He-would trust no stranger-Other-could betray-Just His own endorsement-That-sufficeth Me- All the other DistanceHe hath traversed first-No New Mile remaineth-Far as Paradise- His sure foot preceding-Tender Pioneer-Base … Continue reading
‘Tis true – They shut me in the Cold (Emily Dickinson Poems)
538‘Tis true – They shut me in the Cold -But then – Themselves were warmAnd could not know the feeling ’twas -Forget it – Lord – of Them – Let not my Witness hinder ThemIn Heavenly esteem -No Paradise could … Continue reading
Why make it doubt-it hurts it so (Emily Dickinson Poems)
462 Why make it doubt-it hurts it so-So sick-to guess-So strong-to know-So brave-upon its little BedTo tell the very last They saidUnto Itself-and smile-And shake-For that dear-distant-dangerous-Sake-But-the Instead-the Pinching fearThat Something-it did do-or dare-Offend the Vision-and it flee-And They no … Continue reading
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