Safe in their alabaster chambers, (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and ...
Safe in their alabaster chambers,Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,Rafter of satin, and ...
A precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis -To meet an Antique Book -In just the Dress his Century wore -A ...
505I would not paint-a picture-I'd rather be the OneIts bright impossibilityTo dwell-delicious-on-And wonder how the fingers feelWhose rare-celestial-stir-Evokes so sweet ...
883The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-The Wicks they stimulate-If vital LightInhere as do the Suns-Each Age a LensDisseminating theirCircumference-(Emily Dickinson)
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer ...
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
This was a Poet -- It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings -- And Attar so immense From ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -- True Poems flee -- (Emily ...
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