It was not death, for I stood up (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut ...
Emily Dickinson Poems on Fire (26 Poems)
I have never seen (Emily Dickinson Poems)
175I have never seen "Volcanoes"-But, when Travellers tellHow those old-phlegmatic mountainsUsually so still-Bear within-appalling Ordnance,Fire, and smoke, and gun,Taking Villages ...
Dare you see a Soul (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?Then crouch within the door -Red - is the Fire's common tint ...
Tho’ I get home how late-how late (Emily Dickinson Poems)
207Tho' I get home how late-how late-So I get home - 'twill compensate-Better will be the EcstasyThat they have done ...
It struck me-every Day (Emily Dickinson Poems)
It struck me-every Day-The Lightning was as newAs if the Cloud that instant slitAnd let the Fire through-It burned Me-in ...
Like her the Saints retire (Emily Dickinson Poems)
60Like her the Saints retire,In their Chapeaux of fire,Martial as she!Like her the Evenings stealPurple and CochinealAfter the Day!"Departed"-both-they say!i.e. ...
He forgot-and I-remembered (Emily Dickinson Poems)
203He forgot-and I-remembered-'Twas an everyday affair-Long ago as Christ and Peter-"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire.""Thou wert with him"-quoth "the ...
The Zeroes-taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)
689The Zeroes-taught us-Phosphorous-We learned to like the FireBy playing Glaciers-when a Boy-And Tinder-guessed-by powerOf Opposite-to balance Odd-If White-a Red-must be!Paralysis-our ...
A Man may make a Remark (Emily Dickinson Poems)
A Man may make a Remark -In itself - a quiet thingThat may furnish the Fuse unto a SparkIn dormant ...
You cannot put a Fire out (Emily Dickinson Poems)
530You cannot put a Fire out -A Thing that can igniteCan go, itself, without a Fan -Upon the slowest Night ...
Tho’ I get home how late — how late (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Tho' I get home how late -- how late -- So I get home - 'twill compensate -- Better will ...
The Zeroes — taught us — Phosphorous — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous -- We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers -- when a ...
The Night was wide, and furnished scant (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star -- That often as a Cloud it met ...
The Mountains stood in Haze — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Mountains stood in Haze -- The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and ...
Peril as a Possesssion (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Peril as a Possesssion 'Tis Good to hear Danger disintegrates Satiety There's Basis there -- Begets an awe That searches ...
On my volcano grows the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot -- An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the ...
It struck me — every Day (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It struck me -- every Day -- The Lightning was as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And ...
I have never seen “Volcanoes” (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I have never seen "Volcanoes" -- But, when Travellers tell How those old -- phlegmatic mountains Usually so still -- ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
He forgot — and I — remembered (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He forgot -- and I -- remembered -- 'Twas an everyday affair -- Long ago as Christ and Peter -- ...
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life -- Poured thee, ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
Ashes denote that Fire was — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Ashes denote that Fire was -- Revere the Grayest Pile For the Departed Creature's sake That hovered there awhile -- ...
A Man may make a Remark — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Man may make a Remark -- In itself -- a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a ...
You cannot put a Fire out — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
You cannot put a Fire out -- A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan -- Upon ...
Like her the Saints retire, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and ...