Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
1Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!Oh the Earth was made ...
503Better - than Music! For I - who heard it -I was used - to the Birds - before -This ...
414'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final ...
207Tho' I get home how late-how late-So I get home - 'twill compensate-Better will be the EcstasyThat they have done ...
614In falling Timbers buried-There breathed a Man-Outside-the spades-were plying-The Lungs-within-Could He-know-they sought Him-Could They-know-He breathed-Horrid Sand Partition-Neither-could be heard-Never slacked ...
165A Wounded Deer - leaps highest -I've heard the Hunter tell -'Tis but the Ecstasy of death -And then the ...
A door just opened on a street — I, lost, was passing by —An instant's width of warmth disclosed And ...
376Of Course-I prayed-And did God Care?He cared as much as on the AirA Bird-had stamped her foot-And cried "Give Me"-My ...
193I shall know why-when Time is over-And I have ceased to wonder why-Christ will explain each separate anguishIn the fair ...
423The Months have ends-the Years-a knot-No Power can untieTo stretch a little furtherA Skein of Misery-The Earth lays back these ...
241I like a look of Agony,Because I know it's true -Men do not sham Convulsion,Nor simulate, a Throe -The Eyes ...
626Only God-detect the Sorrow-Only God-The Jehovahs-are no Babblers-Unto God-God the Son-Confide it-Still secure-God the Spirit's Honor-Just as sure-(Emily Dickinson)
We see -- Comparatively -- The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided -- Yesterday -- ...
To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst -- suspecting That ...
Tho' I get home how late -- how late -- So I get home - 'twill compensate -- Better will ...
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot -- No Power can untie To stretch a little further ...
Safe Despair it is that raves -- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal. Garrisoned no ...
Only God -- detect the Sorrow -- Only God -- The Jehovahs -- are no Babblers -- Unto God -- ...
One thing of it we borrow And promise to return -- The Booty and the Sorrow Its Sweetness to have ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there -- Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature's ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
In falling Timbers buried -- There breathed a Man -- Outside -- the spades -- were plying -- The Lungs ...
I think just how my shape will rise -- When I shall be "forgiven" -- Till Hair -- and Eyes ...
I shall know why -- when Time is over -- And I have ceased to wonder why -- Christ will ...
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen -- A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs ...
A throe upon the features -- A hurry in the breath -- An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death" -- An ...
A nearness to Tremendousness -- An Agony procures -- Affliction ranges Boundlessness -- Vicinity to Laws Contentment's quiet Suburb -- ...
The longest day that God appoints Will finish with the sun. Anguish can travel to its stake, And then it ...
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