Resurrection (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'T was a long parting, but the time For interview had come;Before the judgment-seat of God,The last and second time ...
'T was a long parting, but the time For interview had come;Before the judgment-seat of God,The last and second time ...
(Dedicated to Kurt Lubasch, July 15, 1912)You, I can endure these stolidRooms and barren streetsAnd the red sun on the ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam branches of violins sprayed across the mind what is magnetic in a ...
Weak but alive dying yet still alive huge eyes round like golf balls white as bones Bony framed fleshless Pus ...
AFTER ANACREON. [The strong resemblance of this fine poem to Cowley's Ode bearing the same name, and beginning "Happy insect! ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time For Interview -- had Come -- Before the Judgment Seat of God ...
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
I and new love, in all its living bloom, Sat vis-à-vis, while tender twilight hours Went softly by us, treading ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
Once to the song and chariot-fight, Where all the tribes of Greece unite On Corinth's isthmus joyously, The god-loved Ibycus ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
I don't remember the word I wished to say. The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow, on shorn ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
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