Emily Dickinson Poems (2290 Poems)
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
It always felt to me – a wrong (Emily Dickinson Poems)
597 It always felt to me – a wrongTo that Old Moses – done -To let him see – the Canaan -Without the entering – And tho’ in soberer moments -No Moses there can beI’m satisfied – the RomanceIn point … Continue reading
By The Sea (Emily Dickinson Poems)
I started early, took my dog,And visited the sea;The mermaids in the basementCame out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floorExtended hempen hands,Presuming me to be a mouseAground, upon the sands. But no man moved me till … Continue reading
Those fair – fictiti (Emily Dickinson Poems)
499 Those fair – fictitious People -The Women – plucked awayFrom our familiar Lifetime -The Men of Ivory – Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas -Who stay upon the WallIn Everlasting Keepsake -Can Anybody tell? We trust – in places … Continue reading
Psalm of the Day (Emily Dickinson Poems)
A something in a summer’s DayAs slow her flambeaux burn awayWhich solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon -A depth – an Azure – a perfume -Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer’s nightA something so transporting brightI clap … Continue reading
‘Twas the old – road – thr (Emily Dickinson Poems)
344 ‘Twas the old – road – through pain -That unfrequented – one -With many a turn – and thorn -That stops – at Heaven – This – was the Town – she passed -There – where she – rested … 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
I bring an unaccustomed (Emily Dickinson Poems)
132 I bring an unaccustomed wineTo lips long parchingNext to mine,And summon them to drink; Crackling with fever, they Essay,I turn my brimming eyes away,And come next hour to look. The hands still hug the tardy glass-The lips I would … Continue reading
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard-toda (Emily Dickinson Poems)
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard-today-Further than that-Nor stop to play with the Hay-Nor joggle a Hat-He’s a transitive fellow-very-Rely on that- If He leave a Bur at the doorWe know He has climbed a Fir-But the Fir … 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
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