Love — is anterior to Life — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Love -- is anterior to Life -- Posterior -- to Death -- Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth ...
Love -- is anterior to Life -- Posterior -- to Death -- Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth ...
Love's stricken "why" Is all that love can speak -- Built of but just a syllable The hugest hearts that ...
Many a phrase has the English language -- I have heard but one -- Low as the laughter of the ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country ...
If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. If I ...
If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot. And if to ...
If your Nerve, deny you -- Go above your Nerve -- He can lean against the Grave, If he fear ...
I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone -- ...
I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more ...
I stole them from a Bee -- Because -- Thee -- Sweet plea -- He pardoned me! (Emily Dickinson)
I went to Heaven -- 'Twas a small Town -- Lit -- with a Ruby -- Lathed -- with Down ...
I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or ...
I see thee better -- in the Dark -- I do not need a Light -- The Love of Thee ...
I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me -- Almost a loneliness. ...
I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true -- Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a ...
I never hear the word "escape" Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation A flying attitude! I never hear of ...
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why ...
I am alive -- I guess -- The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory -- And at ...
I can't tell you -- but you feel it -- Nor can you tell me -- Saints, with ravished slate ...
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there -- I held my spirit to ...
I haven't told my garden yet -- Lest that should conquer me. I haven't quite the strength now To break ...
I held a Jewel in my fingers -- And went to sleep -- The day was warm, and winds were ...
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on -- He stuns you ...
He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap -- And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding ...
Her -- "last Poems" -- Poets -- ended -- Silver -- perished -- with her Tongue -- Not on Record ...
Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" -- Her brow is fit for thrones But ...
How many times these low feet staggered -- Only the soldered mouth can tell -- Try -- can you stir ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito! Saucy, Saucy Seraph To ...
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