I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl (Emily Dickinson Poems)
443I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl -Life's little duties do - precisely -As the very leastWere infinite ...
443I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl -Life's little duties do - precisely -As the very leastWere infinite ...
"I THOUGHT of death beside the lonely sea That went beyond the limit of my sight, Seeming the image of ...
If thine eye offend thee, pluck it outIf your tired unspeaking headRivet the dark with linear sight,Crazed by a warlock ...
398I had not minded-Walls-Were Universe-one Rock-And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block-I'd tunnel-till my GroovePushed sudden ...
in spite of everythingwhich breathes and moves,since Doom(with white longest handsneatening each crease)will smooth entirely our minds -before leaving my ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
Oh the sunshine that filled my day, All my worries would fade away. Bringing me joy, laughter, and peace, Ironing ...
The heat wrapped me hung heavy on my shoulders, my chest like a wet wool coat thrown on the hot ...
Like Time's insidious wrinkle On a beloved Face We clutch the Grace the tighter Though we resent the crease The ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call ...
Her little Parasol to lift And once to let it down Her whole Responsibility -- To imitate be Mine. A ...
As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result -- Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect -- If when ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
Who put that crease in your soul, Davies, ready this fine morning For the staid chapel, where the Book's frown ...
He gave a picture exhibition, Hiring a little empty shop. Above its window: FREE ADMISSION Cajoled the passers-by to stop; ...
The days will rally, wreathing Their crazy tarantelle; And you must go on breathing, But I'll be safe in hell. ...
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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