All but Death, can be Adjusted (Emily Dickinson Poems)
749All but Death, can be Adjusted -Dynasties repaired -Systems - settled in their Sockets -Citadels - dissolved -Wastes of Lives ...
749All but Death, can be Adjusted -Dynasties repaired -Systems - settled in their Sockets -Citadels - dissolved -Wastes of Lives ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
At one the wind rose, And with it the noise Of the black poplars. Long since had the living By ...
The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn, And up from India glances The silver sail of dawn. ...
Images leap with him from branch to branch. His eyes brighten, his head cocks, he pauses under a green bough, ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
All but Death, can be Adjusted -- Dynasties repaired -- Systems -- settled in their Sockets -- Citadels -- dissolved ...
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
That flower unseen, that gem of purest ray, Bright thoughts uncut by men: Strange that you need but speak them, ...
She simply settled down in one piece right where she was, in the sand of a long-vanished lake edge or ...
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
Here, in the room of my life the objects keep changing. Ashtrays to cry into, the suffering brother of the ...
Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, ...
We're taking Marie Toro to her home in Père-La-Chaise; We're taking Marie Toro to her last resting-place. Behold! her hearse ...
When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
Shelves and stacks and shelves of skulls, a Dewey Decimal number inked on each unfurrowed forehead. Here's a skull who, ...
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