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2004
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Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, the daughter
of a lawyer. She was educated at Amherst Academy (1834-47) and Mount
Holyoake (1847-8). In her early years she appears to have been a bright and
sociable young scholar, but in her twenties she began to withdraw from the
outside world. By her forties she had become a complete recluse, refusing to
leave her house and shunning all contact with strangers. A mystic by
inclination, she wrote much in secret, producing over two thousand poems,
only seven of which are known to have been published in her lifetime.
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I am spotted—"I am Pardon"—
I am small—"The Least
Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest—
Occupy my House"—
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Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—
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A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock's—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—
A Bog—affronts my shoe—
What else have Bogs—to do—
The only Trade they know—
The splashing Men!
Ah, pity—then!
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A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock's—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—
A Bog—affronts my shoe—
What else have Bogs—to do—
The only Trade they know—
The splashing Men!
Ah, pity—then!
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A Clock stopped—
Not the Mantel's—
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing—
That just now dangled still—
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A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.
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A first Exchange—of
What hath mingled—been—
For Lot—exhibited to
Faith—alone—
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A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
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A nearness to Tremendousness—
An Agony procures—
Affliction ranges Boundlessness—
Vicinity to Laws
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A Planted Life—diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles—'tis when
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A Planted Life—diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles—'tis when
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A precious—mouldering pleasure—'tis—
To meet an Antique Book—
In just the Dress his Century wore—
A privilege—I think—
He traverses—familiar—
As One should come to Town—
And tell you all your Dreams—were true—
He lived—where Dreams were born—
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A precious—mouldering pleasure—'tis—
To meet an Antique Book—
In just the Dress his Century wore—
A privilege—I think—
He traverses—familiar—
As One should come to Town—
And tell you all your Dreams—were true—
He lived—where Dreams were born—
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A Route of Evanescence
With a revolving Wheel--
A Resonance of Emerald--
A Rush of Cochineal--
And every Blossom on the Bush
Adjusts its tumbled Head--
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy Morning's Ride--
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A Secret told—
Ceases to be a Secret—then—
A Secret—kept—
That—can appal but One—
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In tender—solemn Alphabet,
My eyes just turned to see,
When it was smuggled by my sight
Into Eternity—
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A slash of Blue—
A sweep of Gray—
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky—
A little purple—slipped between—
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—
A Wave of Gold—
A Bank of Day—
This just makes out the Morning Sky.
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A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—
A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect
The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—
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A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—
A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect
The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—
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If once more—Pardon—Boy—
The Magnitude thou may
Enlarge my Message—If too vast
Another Lad—help thee—
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If once more—Pardon—Boy—
The Magnitude thou may
Enlarge my Message—If too vast
Another Lad—help thee—
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A Diagram—of Rapture!
A sixpence at a Show—
With Holy Ghosts in Cages!
The Universe would go!
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A Visitor in Marl—
Who influences Flowers—
Till they are orderly as Busts—
And Elegant—as Glass—
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Not a hesitation—
Abraham complied—
Flattered by Obeisance
Tyranny demurred—
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Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages—pause for you—
Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regiment—
Day—drops you her Red Adieu!
Ah, Teneriffe!
I'm kneeling—still—
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To bestow a World
And withhold a Star—
Utmost, is Munificence—
Less, tho' larger, poor.
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Always Mine!
No more Vacation!
Term of Light this Day begun!
Failless as the fair rotation
Of the Seasons and the Sun.
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Yesterday, undistinguished!
Eminent Today
For our mutual hone, Immortality!
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An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
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An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
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An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me—
With them would Harbor be—
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An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye—
Of Territory—Color—
Circumference—Decay—
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Answer July—
Where is the Bee—
Where is the Blush—
Where is the Hay?
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In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast—in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!
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As Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called Land.
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Of Periods of Seas—
Unvisited of Shores—
Themselves the Verge of Seas to be—
Eternity—is Those—
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As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.
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I, of a finer Famine
Deem my Supper dry
For but a Berry of Domingo
And a Torrid Eye.
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At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!
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Autumn—overlooked my Knitting—
Dyes—said He—have I—
Could disparage a Flamingo—
Show Me them—said I—
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Autumn—overlooked my Knitting—
Dyes—said He—have I—
Could disparage a Flamingo—
Show Me them—said I—
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Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,
For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.
All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!
The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one,
Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;
The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be,
Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.
The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,
None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball;
The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,
And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;
The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won,
And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son.
The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune,
The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon,
Their spirits meet together, they make their solemn vows,
No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose.
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide;
Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Now to the application, to the reading of the roll,
To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul:
Thou art a human solo, a being cold, and lone,
Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap'st what thou hast sown.
Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,
And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?
There's Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,
And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!
Thine eyes are sadly blinded, but yet thou mayest see
Six true, and comely maidens sitting upon the tree;
Approach that tree with caution, then up it boldly climb,
And seize the one thou lovest, nor care for space, or time!
Then bear her to the greenwood, and build for her a bower,
And give her what she asketh, jewel, or bird, or flower—
And bring the fife, and trumpet, and beat upon the drum—
And bid the world Goodmorrow, and go to glory home!
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The Meadows—mine—
The Mountains—mine—
All Forests—Stintless Stars—
As much of Noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes—
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Children—matured—are wiser—mostly—
Eden—a legend—dimly told—
Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame's story—
But—I was telling a tune—I heard—
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Children—matured—are wiser—mostly—
Eden—a legend—dimly told—
Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame's story—
But—I was telling a tune—I heard—
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Bound—a trouble—
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
Deal with the soul
As with Algebra!
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Bound—a trouble—
And lives can bear it!
Limit—how deep a bleeding go!
So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
Deal with the soul
As with Algebra!
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By a flower—By a letter—
By a nimble love—
If I weld the Rivet faster—
Final fast—above—
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By a flower—By a letter—
By a nimble love—
If I weld the Rivet faster—
Final fast—above—
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By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted—
Which blossom in the dark.
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Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
Was the Leopard—bold?
Deserts—never rebuked her Satin—
Ethiop—her Gold—
Tawny—her Customs—
She was Conscious—
Spotted—her Dun Gown—
This was the Leopard's nature—Signor—
Need—a keeper—frown?
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Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
Was the Leopard—bold?
Deserts—never rebuked her Satin—
Ethiop—her Gold—
Tawny—her Customs—
She was Conscious—
Spotted—her Dun Gown—
This was the Leopard's nature—Signor—
Need—a keeper—frown?
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Color—Caste—Denomination—
These—are Time's Affair—
Death's diviner Classifying
Does not know they are—
If Circassian—He is careless—
If He put away
Chrysalis of Blonde—or Umber—
Equal Butterfly—
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Color—Caste—Denomination—
These—are Time's Affair—
Death's diviner Classifying
Does not know they are—
If Circassian—He is careless—
If He put away
Chrysalis of Blonde—or Umber—
Equal Butterfly—
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Come slowly,
Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!
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Come slowly—Eden!
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines—
As the fainting Bee—
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Come slowly—Eden!
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines—
As the fainting Bee—
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Conjecturing a Climate
Of unsuspended Suns—
Adds poignancy to Winter—
The Shivering Fancy turns
To a fictitious Country
To palliate a Cold—
Not obviated of Degree—
Nor erased—of Latitude—
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Conscious am I in my Chamber,
Of a shapeless friend—
He doth not attest by Posture—
Nor Confirm—by Word—
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Crisis is a Hair
Toward which the forces creep
Past which forces retrograde
If it come in sleep
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Defrauded I a Butterfly—
The lawful Heir—for Thee—
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Delight—becomes pictorial—
When viewed through Pain—
More fair—because impossible
Than any gain—
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The Flesh—Surrendered—Cancelled—
The Bodiless—begun—
Two Worlds—like Audiences—disperse—
And leave the Soul—alone—
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Of Savors—make us conscious—
As did ourselves partake—
Affliction feels impalpable
Until Ourselves are struck—
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Except as stimulants—in
Cases of Despair—
Or Stupor—The Reserve—
These Heavenly Moments are—
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As I, who testify it
Deny that I—am dead—
And fill my Lungs, for Witness—
From Tanks—above my Head—
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It cannot be my Spirit—
For that was thine, before—
I ceded all of Dust I knew—
What Opulence the more
Had I—a freckled Maiden,
Whose farthest of Degree,
Was—that she might—
Some distant Heaven,
Dwell timidly, with thee!
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Industrious! Laconic!
Punctual! Sedate!
Bold as a Brigand!
Stiller than a Fleet!
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Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or Doom--
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Exhilaration—is within—
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand
To stimulate a Man
Who hath the Ample Rhine
Within his Closet—Best you can
Exhale in offering.
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Exhilaration—is within—
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand
To stimulate a Man
Who hath the Ample Rhine
Within his Closet—Best you can
Exhale in offering.
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Expectation—is Contentment—
Gain—Satiety—
But Satiety—Conviction
Of Necessity
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Expectation—is Contentment—
Gain—Satiety—
But Satiety—Conviction
Of Necessity
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Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
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Fourth, no Discovery—
Fifth, no Crew—
Finally, no Golden Fleece—
Jason—sham—too.
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
Can the ecstasy define—
Half a transport—half a trouble—
With which flowers humble men:
Anybody find the fountain
From which floods so contra flow—
I will give him all the Daisies
Which upon the hillside blow.
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Flowers—Well—if anybody
Can the ecstasy define—
Half a transport—half a trouble—
With which flowers humble men:
Anybody find the fountain
From which floods so contra flow—
I will give him all the Daisies
Which upon the hillside blow.
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No Wilderness—can be
Where this attendeth me—
No Desert Noon—
No fear of frost to come
Haunt the perennial bloom—
But Certain June!
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No Wilderness—can be
Where this attendeth me—
No Desert Noon—
No fear of frost to come
Haunt the perennial bloom—
But Certain June!
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If end I gained
It ends beyond
Indefinite disclosed—
I shut my eyes—and groped as well
'Twas lighter—to be Blind—
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Funny—to be a Century—
And see the People—going by—
I—should die of the Oddity—
But then—I'm not so staid—as He—
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Funny—to be a Century—
And see the People—going by—
I—should die of the Oddity—
But then—I'm not so staid—as He—
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No Ordinance be seen
So gradual the Grace
A pensive Custom it becomes
Enlarging Loneliness.
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Going to Heaven!
I don't know when—
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I'm too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the Shepherd's arm!
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Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming Home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?
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Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming Home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?
I can look—can't I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—
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Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast
For His Shy House—
And baffles quest—
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He forgot—and I—remembered—
'Twas an everyday affair—
Long ago as Christ and Peter—
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire."
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He forgot—and I—remembered—
'Twas an everyday affair—
Long ago as Christ and Peter—
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire."
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He strained my faith—
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust—
Did it then—yield?
Hurled my belief—
But—did he shatter—it?
Racked—with suspense—
Not a nerve failed!
Stabbed—while I sued
His sweet forgiveness—
Jesus—it's your little "John"!
Don't you know—me?
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If Commonwealth below,
Or Commonwealth above
Have missed a Barefoot Citizen—
I've ransomed it—alive—
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47
Emily Dickinson
83
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
575
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
370
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
312
Her—"last Poems"—
Poets—ended—
Silver—perished—with her Tongue—
Not on Record—bubbled other,
Flute—or Woman—
So divine—
Not unto its Summer—Morning
Robin—uttered Half the Tune—
Gushed too free for the Adoring—
From the Anglo-Florentine—
Late—the Praise—
'Tis dull—conferring
On the Head too High to Crown—
Diadem—or Ducal Showing—
Be its Grave—sufficient sign—
Nought—that We—No Poet's Kinsman—
Suffocate—with easy woe—
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom—
Put Her down—in Italy?
Emily Dickinson
84
Emily Dickinson
795
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
810
Emily Dickinson
810
Emily Dickinson
514
Emily Dickinson
649
Emily Dickinson
518
Emily Dickinson
312
Her—"last Poems"—
Poets—ended—
Silver—perished—with her Tongue—
Not on Record—bubbled other,
Flute—or Woman—
So divine—
Not unto its Summer—Morning
Robin—uttered Half the Tune—
Gushed too free for the Adoring—
From the Anglo-Florentine—
Late—the Praise—
'Tis dull—conferring
On the Head too High to Crown—
Diadem—or Ducal Showing—
Be its Grave—sufficient sign—
Nought—that We—No Poet's Kinsman—
Suffocate—with easy woe—
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom—
Put Her down—in Italy?
Emily Dickinson
899
Emily Dickinson
1034
Emily Dickinson
916
Emily Dickinson
I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
929
Emily Dickinson
897
Emily Dickinson
898
Emily Dickinson
1510
Emily Dickinson
404
Emily Dickinson
187
Emily Dickinson
282
Emily Dickinson
368
And I turned—ducal—
That right—was thine—
One port—suffices—for a Brig—like mine—
Emily Dickinson
368
And I turned—ducal—
That right—was thine—
One port—suffices—for a Brig—like mine—
Emily Dickinson
291
Emily Dickinson
923
Emily Dickinson
837
Emily Dickinson
470
I am alive—I guess—
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory—
And at my finger's end—
I am alive—because
I am not in a Room—
The Parlor—Commonly—it is—
So Visitors may come—
I am alive—because
I do not own a House—
Entitled to myself—precise—
And fitting no one else—
Emily Dickinson
470
I am alive—I guess—
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory—
And at my finger's end—
I am alive—because
I am not in a Room—
The Parlor—Commonly—it is—
So Visitors may come—
I am alive—because
I do not own a House—
Entitled to myself—precise—
And fitting no one else—
Emily Dickinson
473
I am ashamed—I hide—
What right have I—to be a Bride—
So late a Dowerless Girl—
Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face—
No one to teach me that new Grace—
Nor introduce—my Soul—
Me to adorn—How—tell—
Trinket—to make Me beautiful—
Fabrics of Cashmere—
Never a Gown of Dun—more—
Raiment instead—of Pompadour—
For Me—My soul—to wear—
Emily Dickinson
473
I am ashamed—I hide—
What right have I—to be a Bride—
So late a Dowerless Girl—
Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face—
No one to teach me that new Grace—
Nor introduce—my Soul—
Me to adorn—How—tell—
Trinket—to make Me beautiful—
Fabrics of Cashmere—
Never a Gown of Dun—more—
Raiment instead—of Pompadour—
For Me—My soul—to wear—
Emily Dickinson
621
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
272
Emily Dickinson
132
Emily Dickinson
223
Emily Dickinson
223
Emily Dickinson
252
Emily Dickinson
914
I cannot be ashamed
Because I cannot see
The love you offer—
Magnitude
Reverses Modesty
Emily Dickinson
840
Emily Dickinson
840
Emily Dickinson
326
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
65
Emily Dickinson
65
Emily Dickinson
178
So I begin to ransack!
How is it Hearts, with Thee?
Art thou within the little Barn
Love provided Thee?
Emily Dickinson
697
Emily Dickinson
697
Emily Dickinson
570
Emily Dickinson
570
Emily Dickinson
818
Emily Dickinson
563
Emily Dickinson
643
Emily Dickinson
588
Emily Dickinson
588
Emily Dickinson
550
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
449
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
348
Emily Dickinson
657
I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Superior—for Doors—
Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
Emily Dickinson
498
Emily Dickinson
543
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
280
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
351
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
581
Emily Dickinson
359
I gained it so—
By Climbing slow—
By Catching at the Twigs that grow
Between the Bliss—and me—
It hung so high
As well the Sky
Attempt by Strategy—
Emily Dickinson
580
At least—'tis Mutual—Risk—
Some—found it—Mutual Gain—
Sweet Debt of Life—Each Night to owe—
Insolvent—every Noon—
Emily Dickinson
293
Emily Dickinson
23
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
579
Emily Dickinson
542
I looked at Sunrise—Once—
And then I looked at Them—
And wishfulness in me arose—
For Circumstance the same—
Emily Dickinson
478
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
398
Emily Dickinson
398
Emily Dickinson
116
Emily Dickinson
349
Emily Dickinson
349
Emily Dickinson
In a serener Bright,
In a more golden light
I see
Each little doubt and fear,
Each little discord here
Removed.
Emily Dickinson
103
Emily Dickinson
175
Emily Dickinson
175
Emily Dickinson
50
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
465
Emily Dickinson
245
Emily Dickinson
903
Emily Dickinson
46
I keep my pledge.
I was not called—
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.
I plight again,
By every sainted Bee—
By Daisy called from hillside—
by Bobolink from lane.
Blossom and I—
Her oath, and mine—
Will surely come again.
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
372
Emily Dickinson
289
There's plunder—where—
Tankard, or Spoon—
Earring—or Stone—
A Watch—Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama—
Staid sleeping—there—
Day—rattles—too
Stealth's—slow—
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore—
Screams Chanticleer
"Who's there"?
Emily Dickinson
338
Emily Dickinson
460
Emily Dickinson
460
Emily Dickinson
944
Emily Dickinson
944
Emily Dickinson
241
Emily Dickinson
585
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
463
Emily Dickinson
463
Emily Dickinson
770
I lived on Dread—
To Those who know
The Stimulus there is
In Danger—Other impetus
Is numb—and Vitalless—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
181
Emily Dickinson
843
Emily Dickinson
909
Emily Dickinson
739
Emily Dickinson
718
To wander—now—is my Repose—
To rest—To rest would be
A privilege of Hurricane
To Memory—and Me.
Emily Dickinson
476
Emily Dickinson
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166
Emily Dickinson
413
Emily Dickinson
413
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
49
Angels—twice descending
Reimbursed my store—
Burglar! Banker—Father!
I am poor once more!
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
11
He stood as near
As stood you here—
A pace had been between—
Did but a snake bisect the brake
My life had forfeit been.
Emily Dickinson
51
Emily Dickinson
402
Emily Dickinson
402
Emily Dickinson
801
Emily Dickinson
801
Emily Dickinson
576
Emily Dickinson
412
I read my sentence—steadily—
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause—
The Date, and manner, of the shame—
And then the Pious Form
That "God have mercy" on the Soul
The Jury voted Him—
I made my soul familiar—with her extremity—
That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony—
But she, and Death, acquainted—
Meet tranquilly, as friends—
Salute, and pass, without a Hint—
And there, the Matter ends—
Emily Dickinson
412
I read my sentence—steadily—
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause—
The Date, and manner, of the shame—
And then the Pious Form
That "God have mercy" on the Soul
The Jury voted Him—
I made my soul familiar—with her extremity—
That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony—
But she, and Death, acquainted—
Meet tranquilly, as friends—
Salute, and pass, without a Hint—
And there, the Matter ends—
Emily Dickinson
301
Emily Dickinson
569
Emily Dickinson
569
Emily Dickinson
41
Emily Dickinson
616
I rose—because He sank—
I thought it would be opposite—
But when his power dropped—
My Soul grew straight.
Emily Dickinson
616
I rose—because He sank—
I thought it would be opposite—
But when his power dropped—
My Soul grew straight.
Emily Dickinson
378
Emily Dickinson
378
Emily Dickinson
611
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
308
Emily Dickinson
250
Emily Dickinson
193
Emily Dickinson
193
Emily Dickinson
313
Emily Dickinson
205
Emily Dickinson
446
Emily Dickinson
850
Emily Dickinson
708
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
520
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
200
Emily Dickinson
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
Emily Dickinson
339
Geraniums—tint—and spot—
Low Daisies—dot—
My Cactus—splits her Beard
To show her throat—
Emily Dickinson
593
Emily Dickinson
237
Emily Dickinson
525
Emily Dickinson
635
Emily Dickinson
646
Emily Dickinson
646
Emily Dickinson
443
Emily Dickinson
443
Emily Dickinson
540
Emily Dickinson
532
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
486
Emily Dickinson
629
I gazed—as at a stranger—
The Lady in the Town
Doth think no incivility
To lift her Glass—upon—
Emily Dickinson
I gazed -- as at a stranger --
The Lady in the Town
Doth think no incivility
To lift her Glass -- upon --
Emily Dickinson
374
I went to Heaven—
'Twas a small Town—
Lit—with a Ruby—
Lathed—with Down—
Emily Dickinson
I went to heaven,--
'T was a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.
Emily Dickinson
363
Emily Dickinson
16
Emily Dickinson
505
Emily Dickinson
505
Emily Dickinson
609
Emily Dickinson
I fumbled at my nerve,
I scanned the windows near;
The silence like an ocean rolled,
And broke against my ear.
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
983
Emily Dickinson
358
Emily Dickinson
509
Emily Dickinson
775
Emily Dickinson
775
Emily Dickinson
236
If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more—
Eclipse—at Midnight—
It was dark—before—
Sunset—at Easter—
Blindness—on the Dawn—
Faint Star of Bethlehem—
Gone down!
Emily Dickinson
236
If He dissolve—then—there is nothing—more—
Eclipse—at Midnight—
It was dark—before—
Sunset—at Easter—
Blindness—on the Dawn—
Faint Star of Bethlehem—
Gone down!
Emily Dickinson
734
Emily Dickinson
734
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
179
Emily Dickinson
577
Emily Dickinson
56
Emily Dickinson
54
If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
Emily Dickinson
182
If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.
Emily Dickinson
256
If I'm lost—now
That I was found—
Shall still my transport be—
That once—on me—those Jasper Gates
Blazed open—suddenly—
That in my awkward—gazing—face—
The Angels—softly peered—
And touched me with their fleeces,
Almost as if they cared—
I'm banished—now—you know it—
How foreign that can be—
You'll know—Sir—when the Savior's face
Turns so—away from you—
Emily Dickinson
256
If I'm lost—now
That I was found—
Shall still my transport be—
That once—on me—those Jasper Gates
Blazed open—suddenly—
That in my awkward—gazing—face—
The Angels—softly peered—
And touched me with their fleeces,
Almost as if they cared—
I'm banished—now—you know it—
How foreign that can be—
You'll know—Sir—when the Savior's face
Turns so—away from you—
Emily Dickinson
921
If it had no pencil
Would it try mine—
Worn—now—and dull—sweet,
Writing much to thee.
If it had no word,
Would it make the Daisy,
Most as big as I was,
When it plucked me?
Emily Dickinson
63
Emily Dickinson
33
Emily Dickinson
44
Emily Dickinson
168
Emily Dickinson
168
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
120
If this is "fading"
Oh let me immediately "fade"!
If this is "dying"
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is "sleep,"
On such a night
How proud to shut the eye!
Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!
Peacock presumes to die!
Emily Dickinson
29
Emily Dickinson
407
Emily Dickinson
407
Emily Dickinson
511
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
292
Emily Dickinson
427
And—when I die—
In meek array—display you—
Still to show—how rich I go—
Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful—
And banish me—
Emily Dickinson
427
And—when I die—
In meek array—display you—
Still to show—how rich I go—
Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful—
And banish me—
Emily Dickinson
687
Emily Dickinson
318
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
199
Emily Dickinson
199
Emily Dickinson
508
Emily Dickinson
508
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
373
Better to be ready—
Than did next morn
Meet me in Aragon—
My old Gown—on—
Emily Dickinson
529
Emily Dickinson
529
Emily Dickinson
176
Emily Dickinson
176
Emily Dickinson
838
Emily Dickinson
169
Emily Dickinson
614
Emily Dickinson
124
Emily Dickinson
124
Emily Dickinson
117
Emily Dickinson
1670
In Winter in my Room
I came upon a Worm—
Pink, lank and warm—
But as he was a worm
And worms presume
Not quite with him at home—
Secured him by a string
To something neighboring
And went along.
A Trifle afterward
A thing occurred
I'd not believe it if I heard
But state with creeping blood—
A snake with mottles rare
Surveyed my chamber floor
In feature as the worm before
But ringed with power—
Emily Dickinson
582
Inconceivably solemn!
Things go gay
Pierce—by the very Press
Of Imagery—
Music's triumphant—
But the fine Ear
Winces with delight
Are Drums too near—
Emily Dickinson
340
Emily Dickinson
417
Is it dead—Find it—
Out of sound—Out of sight—
"Happy"? Which is wiser—
You, or the Wind?
"Conscious"? Won't you ask that—
Of the low Ground?
Emily Dickinson
417
Is it dead—Find it—
Out of sound—Out of sight—
"Happy"? Which is wiser—
You, or the Wind?
"Conscious"? Won't you ask that—
Of the low Ground?
Emily Dickinson
218
Emily Dickinson
597
On Moses—seemed to fasten
With tantalizing Play
As Boy—should deal with lesser Boy—
To prove ability.
Emily Dickinson
597
On Moses—seemed to fasten
With tantalizing Play
As Boy—should deal with lesser Boy—
To prove ability.
Emily Dickinson
978
Emily Dickinson
221
It can't be "Summer"!
That—got through!
It's early—yet—for "Spring"!
There's that long town of White—to cross—
Before the Blackbirds sing!
It can't be "Dying"!
It's too Rouge—
The Dead shall go in White—
So Sunset shuts my question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!
Emily Dickinson
221
It can't be "Summer"!
That—got through!
It's early—yet—for "Spring"!
There's that long town of White—to cross—
Before the Blackbirds sing!
It can't be "Dying"!
It's too Rouge—
The Dead shall go in White—
So Sunset shuts my question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!
Emily Dickinson
584
Emily Dickinson
39
Emily Dickinson
426
Emily Dickinson
426
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
747
Emily Dickinson
444
Emily Dickinson
774
It is a lonesome Glee—
Yet sanctifies the Mind—
With fair association—
Afar upon the Wind
A Bird to overhear
Delight without a Cause—
Arrestless as invisible—
A matter of the Skies.
Emily Dickinson
946
It is an honorable Thought
And make One lift One's Hat
As One met sudden Gentlefolk
Upon a daily Street
Emily Dickinson
It is an honorable thought,
And makes one lift one's hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
Upon a daily street,
Emily Dickinson
244
Emily Dickinson
560
Emily Dickinson
559
It knew no Medicine—
It was not Sickness—then—
Nor any need of Surgery—
And therefore—'twas not Pain—
If momently ajar—
Temerity—drew near—
And sickened—ever afterward
For Somewhat that it saw?
Emily Dickinson
620
Emily Dickinson
405
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness—
I'm so accustomed to my Fate—
Perhaps the Other—Peace—
It might be easier
To fail—with Land in Sight—
Than gain—My Blue Peninsula—
To perish—of Delight—
Emily Dickinson
311
It sifts from Leaden Sieves—
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
362
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
723
It tossed—and tossed—
A little Brig I knew—o'ertook by Blast—
It spun—and spun—
And groped delirious, for Morn—
It slipped—and slipped—
As One that drunken—stept—
Its white foot tripped—
Then dropped from sight—
Emily Dickinson
723
It tossed—and tossed—
A little Brig I knew—o'ertook by Blast—
It spun—and spun—
And groped delirious, for Morn—
It slipped—and slipped—
As One that drunken—stept—
Its white foot tripped—
Then dropped from sight—
Emily Dickinson
600
Then—too—be comprehended—
What sorer—puzzled me—
Why Heaven did not break away—
And tumble—Blue—on me—
Emily Dickinson
876
Emily Dickinson
454
Emily Dickinson
510
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
623
Emily Dickinson
342
It will be Summer—eventually.
Ladies—with parasols—
Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes—
And little Girls—with Dolls—
Emily Dickinson
342
It will be Summer—eventually.
Ladies—with parasols—
Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes—
And little Girls—with Dolls—
Emily Dickinson
612
Emily Dickinson
430
I clutched at sounds—
I groped at shapes—
I touched the tops of Films—
I felt the Wilderness roll back
Along my Golden lines—
Emily Dickinson
430
I clutched at sounds—
I groped at shapes—
I touched the tops of Films—
I felt the Wilderness roll back
Along my Golden lines—
Emily Dickinson
26
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
390
Emily Dickinson
390
Emily Dickinson
724
Emily Dickinson
297
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
189
Emily Dickinson
495
A Landscape—not so great
To suffocate the Eye—
A Hill—perhaps—
Perhaps—the profile of a Mill
Turned by the Wind—
Tho' such—are luxuries—
Emily Dickinson
A Landscape—not so great
To suffocate the Eye—
A Hill—perhaps—
Perhaps—the profile of a Mill
Turned by the Wind—
Tho' such—are luxuries—
Emily Dickinson
183
Emily Dickinson
243
Emily Dickinson
881
Emily Dickinson
224
Emily Dickinson
224
Emily Dickinson
547
Emily Dickinson
225
Emily Dickinson
788
Emily Dickinson
848
Emily Dickinson
160
Emily Dickinson
317
Just so—Jesus—raps—
He—doesn't weary—
Last—at the Knocker—
And first—at the Bell.
Then—on divinest tiptoe—standing—
Might He but spy the lady's soul—
When He—retires—
Chilled—or weary—
It will be ample time for—me—
Patient—upon the steps—until then—
Hears! I am knocking—low at thee.
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
238
Emily Dickinson
238
Emily Dickinson
433
I went to School
But was not wiser
Globe did not teach it
Nor Logarithm Show
"How to forget"!
Say—some—Philosopher!
Ah, to be erudite
Enough to know!
Is it in a Book?
So, I could buy it—
Is it like a Planet?
Telescopes would know—
If it be invention
It must have a Patent.
Rabbi of the Wise Book
Don't you know?
Emily Dickinson
676
Emily Dickinson
212
Emily Dickinson
212
Emily Dickinson
728
Easing my famine
At my Lexicon—
Logarithm—had I—for Drink—
'Twas a dry Wine—
Emily Dickinson
698
Emily Dickinson
706
Emily Dickinson
698
Emily Dickinson
862
Emily Dickinson
458
I offered it no Help—
Because the Cause was Mine—
The Misery a Compact
As hopeless—as divine—
Neither—would be absolved—
Neither would be a Queen
Without the Other—Therefore—
We perish—tho' We reign—
Emily Dickinson
513
Emily Dickinson
60
"Departed"—both—they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found,
Emily Dickinson
595
Emily Dickinson
595
Emily Dickinson
302
As infinite Tradition
As Cinderella's Bays—
Or Little John—of Lincoln Green—
Or Blue Beard's Galleries—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
826
Emily Dickinson
826
Emily Dickinson
917
Emily Dickinson
924
Emily Dickinson
453
Emily Dickinson
917
Emily Dickinson
924
Emily Dickinson
453
Emily Dickinson
69
Emily Dickinson
188
Emily Dickinson
164
Emily Dickinson
276
Emily Dickinson
123
Emily Dickinson
642
Emily Dickinson
642
Emily Dickinson
537
Emily Dickinson
537
Emily Dickinson
My holiday shall be
That they remember me;
Emily Dickinson
431
My Holiday, shall be
That They—remember me—
My Paradise—the fame
That They—pronounce my name—
Emily Dickinson
268
Emily Dickinson
962
Emily Dickinson
528
Emily Dickinson
528
Emily Dickinson
422
Others—extinguish easier—
A Gnat's minutest Fan
Sufficient to obliterate
A Tract of Citizen—
Emily Dickinson
422
Others—extinguish easier—
A Gnat's minutest Fan
Sufficient to obliterate
A Tract of Citizen—
Emily Dickinson
197
Emily Dickinson
197
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
27
Emily Dickinson
27
Emily Dickinson
760
I supposed—when sudden
Such a Praise began
'Twas as Space sat singing
To herself—and men—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
157
Emily Dickinson
571
Must be a Woe—
A loss or so—
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way—
But—once aslant
It notes Delight
As difficult
As Stalactite
A Common Bliss
Were had for less—
The price—is
Even as the Grace—
Our lord—thought no
Extravagance
To pay—a Cross—
Emily Dickinson
151
Emily Dickinson
932
Emily Dickinson
202
Emily Dickinson
766
Emily Dickinson
574
Emily Dickinson
574
Emily Dickinson
118
Emily Dickinson
92
Emily Dickinson
484
Emily Dickinson
484
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
1732
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
754
Emily Dickinson
95
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564
Unbroken by a Settler—
Were all that I could see—
Infinitude—Had'st Thou no Face
That I might look on Thee?
Emily Dickinson
639
My Portion is Defeat—today—
A paler luck than Victory—
Less Paeans—fewer Bells—
The Drums don't follow Me—with tunes—
Defeat—a somewhat slower—means—
More Arduous than Balls—
Emily Dickinson
639
My Portion is Defeat—today—
A paler luck than Victory—
Less Paeans—fewer Bells—
The Drums don't follow Me—with tunes—
Defeat—a somewhat slower—means—
More Arduous than Balls—
Emily Dickinson
343
Emily Dickinson
162
Emily Dickinson
753
Emily Dickinson
753
Emily Dickinson
10
Emily Dickinson
751
Emily Dickinson
488
Emily Dickinson
488
Emily Dickinson
835
Emily Dickinson
835
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
314
Emily Dickinson
790
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
314
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
746
Emily Dickinson
99
Emily Dickinson
755
Emily Dickinson
755
Emily Dickinson
515
Circumference be full—
The long restricted Grave
Assert her Vital Privilege—
The Dust—connect—and live—
On Atoms—features place—
All Multitudes that were
Efface in the Comparison—
As Suns—dissolve a star—
Solemnity—prevail—
Its Individual Doom
Possess each separate Consciousness—
August—Absorbed—Numb—
What Duplicate—exist—
What Parallel can be—
Of the Significance of This—
To Universe—and Me?
Emily Dickinson
477
At estimating Pain—
Whose own—has just begun—
His ignorance—the Angel
That pilot Him along—
Emily Dickinson
704
No matter—now—Sweet—
But when I'm Earl—
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?
Trivial a Word—just—
Trivial—a Smile—
But won't you wish you'd spared one
When I'm Earl?
Emily Dickinson
704
No matter—now—Sweet—
But when I'm Earl—
Won't you wish you'd spoken
To that dull Girl?
Trivial a Word—just—
Trivial—a Smile—
But won't you wish you'd spared one
When I'm Earl?
Emily Dickinson
804
Emily Dickinson
982
Emily Dickinson
720
No Prisoner be—
Where Liberty—
Himself—abide with Thee—
Emily Dickinson
384
Emily Dickinson
669
Emily Dickinson
35
Emily Dickinson
771
Emily Dickinson
931
Emily Dickinson
931
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
685
Emily Dickinson
990
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
346
Emily Dickinson
346
Emily Dickinson
823
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
321
Emily Dickinson
653
Of Being is a Bird
The likest to the Down
An Easy Breeze do put afloat
The General Heavens—upon—
Emily Dickinson
290
Of Bronze—and Blaze—
The North—Tonight—
So adequate—it forms—
So preconcerted with itself—
So distant—to alarms—
And Unconcern so sovereign
To Universe, or me—
Infects my simple spirit
With Taints of Majesty—
Till I take vaster attitudes—
And strut upon my stem—
Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,
For Arrogance of them—
Emily Dickinson
290
Of Bronze—and Blaze—
The North—Tonight—
So adequate—it forms—
So preconcerted with itself—
So distant—to alarms—
And Unconcern so sovereign
To Universe, or me—
Infects my simple spirit
With Taints of Majesty—
Till I take vaster attitudes—
And strut upon my stem—
Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,
For Arrogance of them—
Emily Dickinson
602
Emily Dickinson
602
Emily Dickinson
894
Emily Dickinson
376
Of Course—I prayed—
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird—had stamped her foot—
And cried "Give Me"—
My Reason—Life—
I had not had—but for Yourself—
'Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom's Tomb—
Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb—
Than this smart Misery.
Emily Dickinson
376
Of Course—I prayed—
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird—had stamped her foot—
And cried "Give Me"—
My Reason—Life—
I had not had—but for Yourself—
'Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom's Tomb—
Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb—
Than this smart Misery.
Emily Dickinson
607
Emily Dickinson
896
Emily Dickinson
947
Emily Dickinson
325
Emily Dickinson
789
On a Columnar Self—
How ample to rely
In Tumult—or Extremity—
How good the Certainty
Emily Dickinson
146
Emily Dickinson
940
Emily Dickinson
194
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
48
Emily Dickinson
769
Life—just—or Death—
Or the Everlasting—
More—would be too vast
For the Soul's Comprising—
Emily Dickinson
769
Life—just—or Death—
Or the Everlasting—
More—would be too vast
For the Soul's Comprising—
Emily Dickinson
565
Emily Dickinson
565
Emily Dickinson
756
Emily Dickinson
553
Emily Dickinson
553
Emily Dickinson
814
Emily Dickinson
98
Emily Dickinson
270
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
670
Emily Dickinson
670
Emily Dickinson
14
Emily Dickinson
296
I tasted—careless—then—
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World—Did you?
Oh, had you told me so—
This Thirst would blister—easier—now—
You said it hurt you—most—
Mine—was an Acorn's Breast—
And could not know how fondness grew
In Shaggier Vest—
Perhaps—I couldn't—
But, had you looked in—
A Giant—eye to eye with you, had been—
No Acorn—then—
Emily Dickinson
296
I tasted—careless—then—
I did not know the Wine
Came once a World—Did you?
Oh, had you told me so—
This Thirst would blister—easier—now—
You said it hurt you—most—
Mine—was an Acorn's Breast—
And could not know how fondness grew
In Shaggier Vest—
Perhaps—I couldn't—
But, had you looked in—
A Giant—eye to eye with you, had been—
No Acorn—then—
Emily Dickinson
918
Emily Dickinson
626
Emily Dickinson
626
Emily Dickinson
615
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
885
As I of He, so God of Me
I pondered, may have judged,
And left the little Angle Worm
With Modesties enlarged.
Emily Dickinson
885
As I of He, so God of Me
I pondered, may have judged,
And left the little Angle Worm
With Modesties enlarged.
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
80
Emily Dickinson
113
Emily Dickinson
631
Emily Dickinson
631
Emily Dickinson
703
Emily Dickinson
367
Emily Dickinson
251
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
967
Emily Dickinson
650
Emily Dickinson
967
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
61
Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!
Emily Dickinson
994
Emily Dickinson
926
Emily Dickinson
926
Emily Dickinson
912
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
833
Commemorative Dishonor
Or love annealed of love
Until it bend as low as Death
Redignified, above?
Emily Dickinson
134
Emily Dickinson
138
Emily Dickinson
138
Emily Dickinson
192
Emily Dickinson
170
Emily Dickinson
437
Emily Dickinson
727
Emily Dickinson
727
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
764
Emily Dickinson
648
Emily Dickinson
648
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
709
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
980
Emily Dickinson
980
Emily Dickinson
261
Put up my lute!
What of—my Music!
Since the sole ear I cared to charm—
Passive—as Granite—laps My Music—
Sobbing—will suit—as well as psalm!
Emily Dickinson
260
Read—Sweet—how others—strove—
Till we—are stouter—
What they—renounced—
Till we—are less afraid—
How many times they—bore the faithful witness—
Till we—are helped—
As if a Kingdom—cared!
Emily Dickinson
260
Read—Sweet—how others—strove—
Till we—are stouter—
What they—renounced—
Till we—are less afraid—
How many times they—bore the faithful witness—
Till we—are helped—
As if a Kingdom—cared!
Emily Dickinson
379
Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight—
Affords a Bliss like Murder—
Omnipotent—Acute—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
744
Remorse—is Memory—awake—
Her Parties all astir—
A Presence of Departed Acts—
At window—and at Door—
Emily Dickinson
424
Of Riches—as unconscious
As is the Brown Malay
Of Pearls in Eastern Waters,
Marked His—What Holiday
Would stir his slow conception—
Had he the power to dream
That put the Dower's fraction—
Awaited even—Him—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
745
Emily Dickinson
714
Rest at Night
The Sun from shining,
Nature—and some Men—
Rest at Noon—some Men—
While Nature
And the Sun—go on—
Emily Dickinson
395
A Diamond—overtake
In far—Bolivian Ground—
Misfortune hath no implement
Could mar it—if it found—
Emily Dickinson
873
Emily Dickinson
971
Emily Dickinson
971
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
217
Emily Dickinson
786
Emily Dickinson
96
Emily Dickinson
144
Emily Dickinson
479
Emily Dickinson
75
Emily Dickinson
150
Emily Dickinson
150
Emily Dickinson
671
Emily Dickinson
557
Emily Dickinson
369
Emily Dickinson
732
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
507
Emily Dickinson
507
Emily Dickinson
25
Emily Dickinson
991
Emily Dickinson
798
Emily Dickinson
798
Emily Dickinson
219
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
149
Emily Dickinson
693
Emily Dickinson
535
Emily Dickinson
226
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
During my education,
It was announced to me
That gravitation, stumbling,
Fell from an apple tree!
Emily Dickinson
641
Emily Dickinson
641
Emily Dickinson
13
Sleep is supposed to be
By souls of sanity
The shutting of the eye.
Morn is supposed to be
By people of degree
The breaking of the Day.
Emily Dickinson
385
Recognizing in Procession
Ones We former knew—
When Ourselves were also dusty—
Centuries ago—
Emily Dickinson
942
Emily Dickinson
36
Snow flakes.
Emily Dickinson
91
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
66
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
Emily Dickinson
329
Emily Dickinson
329
Emily Dickinson
28
Emily Dickinson
651
So much Summer
Me for showing
Illegitimate—
Would a Smile's minute bestowing
Too exorbitant
To the Lady
With the Guinea
Look—if She should know
Crumb of Mine
A Robin's Larder
Would suffice to stow—
Emily Dickinson
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.
Emily Dickinson
808
Emily Dickinson
752
Entertain—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon—
Gone—as soon as known—
Emily Dickinson
752
Entertain—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon—
Gone—as soon as known—
Emily Dickinson
456
Emily Dickinson
681
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
64
Emily Dickinson
64
Emily Dickinson
541
Emily Dickinson
89
Emily Dickinson
406
Emily Dickinson
141
Emily Dickinson
406
Emily Dickinson
832
Emily Dickinson
139
Emily Dickinson
86
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere—
I—softly plucking,
Present them here!
Emily Dickinson
62
"Sown in dishonor"!
Ah! Indeed!
May this "dishonor" be?
If I were half so fine myself
I'd notice nobody!
"Sown in corruption"!
Not so fast!
Apostle is askew!
Corinthians 1. 15. narrates
A Circumstance or two!
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
861
Emily Dickinson
861
Emily Dickinson
844
Emily Dickinson
711
To go elastic—Or as One
The Camel's trait—attained—
How powerful the Stimulus
Of an Hermetic Mind—
Emily Dickinson
925
Emily Dickinson
As he defeated--dying--
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
Emily Dickinson
787
Who Misery—sustain—
No Sinew can afford—
The Cargo of Themselves—
Too infinite for Consciousness'
Slow capabilities.
Emily Dickinson
31
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
415
Eclipses be—predicted—
And Science bows them in—
But do one face us suddenly—
Jehovah's Watch—is wrong.
Emily Dickinson
415
Eclipses be—predicted—
And Science bows them in—
But do one face us suddenly—
Jehovah's Watch—is wrong.
Emily Dickinson
999
Emily Dickinson
108
Emily Dickinson
705
Emily Dickinson
705
Emily Dickinson
722
Emily Dickinson
722
Emily Dickinson
457
Sweet—safe—Houses—
Glad—gay—Houses—
Sealed so stately tight—
Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble—
Locking Bare feet out—
Emily Dickinson
523
Emily Dickinson
901
Emily Dickinson
457
Sweet—safe—Houses—
Glad—gay—Houses—
Sealed so stately tight—
Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble—
Locking Bare feet out—
Emily Dickinson
523
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
388
Emily Dickinson
428
Emily Dickinson
119
Emily Dickinson
227
Emily Dickinson
227
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
1129
Emily Dickinson
286
Emily Dickinson
286
Emily Dickinson
863
Emily Dickinson
659
Emily Dickinson
549
Emily Dickinson
934
Emily Dickinson
906
Emily Dickinson
906
Emily Dickinson
375
Like a Venetian—waiting—
Accosts my open eye—
Is just a Bough of Apples—
Held slanting, in the Sky—
Emily Dickinson
594
Emily Dickinson
111
Emily Dickinson
717
Emily Dickinson
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1545
Emily Dickinson
880
Emily Dickinson
783
Emily Dickinson
743
Thenceforward—We—together dwelt—
I never questioned Her—
Our Contract
A Wiser Sympathy
Emily Dickinson
554
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
578
Ajar—secure—inviting—
It never did betray
The Soul that asked its shelter
In solemn honesty
Emily Dickinson
632
Emily Dickinson
556
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
632
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
954
Emily Dickinson
637
Emily Dickinson
776
Emily Dickinson
411
Emily Dickinson
235
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
106
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
304
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
356
Emily Dickinson
716
Emily Dickinson
988
Emily Dickinson
305
Emily Dickinson
294
Emily Dickinson
294
Emily Dickinson
284
Emily Dickinson
992
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
336
Emily Dickinson
336
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
1000
Emily Dickinson
902
Emily Dickinson
410
My Brain—begun to laugh—
I mumbled—like a fool—
And tho' 'tis Years ago—that Day—
My Brain keeps giggling—still.
Emily Dickinson
206
Emily Dickinson
672
Indifference to Him—
The Dower—as the Doom—
His Office—but to execute
Fate's—Telegram—to Him—
Emily Dickinson
672
Indifference to Him—
The Dower—as the Doom—
His Office—but to execute
Fate's—Telegram—to Him—
Emily Dickinson
18
Emily Dickinson
849
Emily Dickinson
707
Emily Dickinson
707
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
15
Emily Dickinson
772
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
536
Emily Dickinson
928
Emily Dickinson
694
A Clemency so common—
We almost cease to fear—
Enabling the minutest—
And furthest—to adore—
Emily Dickinson
481
Emily Dickinson
955
Emily Dickinson
699
Emily Dickinson
330
Emily Dickinson
941
Emily Dickinson
233
Emily Dickinson
233
Emily Dickinson
1100
Emily Dickinson
987
Emily Dickinson
630
Emily Dickinson
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777
Emily Dickinson
262
Emily Dickinson
673
'Tis this—invites—appalls—endows—
Flits—glimmers—proves—dissolves—
Returns—suggests—convicts—enchants—
Then—flings in Paradise—
Emily Dickinson
815
Emily Dickinson
452
Emily Dickinson
452
Emily Dickinson
468
Emily Dickinson
544
Emily Dickinson
544
Emily Dickinson
985
Emily Dickinson
985
Emily Dickinson
423
Emily Dickinson
423
Emily Dickinson
429
Emily Dickinson
737
Emily Dickinson
364
Emily Dickinson
12
Emily Dickinson
975
Emily Dickinson
757
Emily Dickinson
757
Emily Dickinson
155
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
656
Emily Dickinson
656
Emily Dickinson
319
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589
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Hi conversation seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
Our interview was transient, --
Of me, himself was shy;
And God forbid I look behind
Since that appalling day!
Emily Dickinson
827
Emily Dickinson
451
On fine—Arterial Canvas—
A Cheek—perchance a Brow—
The Star's whole Secret—in the Lake—
Eyes were not meant to know.
Emily Dickinson
451
On fine—Arterial Canvas—
A Cheek—perchance a Brow—
The Star's whole Secret—in the Lake—
Eyes were not meant to know.
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
883
Emily Dickinson
464
Emily Dickinson
539
To qualify Despair
To Those who failing new—
Mistake Defeat for Death—Each time—
Till acclimated—to—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
97
Emily Dickinson
469
Emily Dickinson
469
Emily Dickinson
864
Emily Dickinson
828
Emily Dickinson
285
Emily Dickinson
208
Emily Dickinson
779
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
191
I think I won't—however—
It's finer—not to know—
If Summer were an Axiom—
What sorcery had Snow?
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
512
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
674
Emily Dickinson
683
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
974
As Lightning on a Landscape
Exhibits Sheets of Place—
Not yet suspected—but for Flash—
And Click—and Suddenness.
Emily Dickinson
306
Or She—Herself—ascended
To too remote a Height
For lower Recognition
Than Her Omnipotent—
Eternity's disclosure
To favorites—a few—
Of the Colossal substance
Of Immortality
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
733
Emily Dickinson
871
Emily Dickinson
878
Or an expended Day
He helped to make too bright
His mighty pleasure suits Us not
It magnifies our Freight
Emily Dickinson
692
Emily Dickinson
692
Emily Dickinson
152
Emily Dickinson
152
Emily Dickinson
232
The Morning—fluttered—staggered—
Felt feebly—for Her Crown—
Her unanointed forehead—
Henceforth—Her only One!
Emily Dickinson
232
The Morning—fluttered—staggered—
Felt feebly—for Her Crown—
Her unanointed forehead—
Henceforth—Her only One!
Emily Dickinson
710
Emily Dickinson
950
Emily Dickinson
387
Emily Dickinson
573
If smaller Patience—be—
Through less Infinity—
If Bravo, sometimes swerve—
Through fainter Nerve—
Emily Dickinson
573
If smaller Patience—be—
Through less Infinity—
If Bravo, sometimes swerve—
Through fainter Nerve—
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
627
Emily Dickinson
627
Emily Dickinson
606
Emily Dickinson
606
Emily Dickinson
780
Emily Dickinson
780
Emily Dickinson
811
Emily Dickinson
636
Emily Dickinson
636
Emily Dickinson
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762
Emily Dickinson
824
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Emily Dickinson
316
Emily Dickinson
316
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Emily Dickinson
436
A Rapid—footless Guest—
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air—
He visited—still flitting—
Then like a timid Man
Again, He tapped—'twas flurriedly—
And I became alone—
Emily Dickinson
403
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
715
Emily Dickinson
493
Emily Dickinson
715
Emily Dickinson
493
Emily Dickinson
689
Emily Dickinson
689
Emily Dickinson
696
Emily Dickinson
332
Emily Dickinson
332
Emily Dickinson
322
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
856
Emily Dickinson
380
Emily Dickinson
930
Emily Dickinson
396
A Drowsiness—diffuses—
A Dimness like a Fog
Envelops Consciousness—
As Mists—obliterate a Crag.
Emily Dickinson
24
Emily Dickinson
599
Emily Dickinson
599
Emily Dickinson
551
Emily Dickinson
There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man—
It hurls its barbed syllables
And is mute again—
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted Brother
Gave his breath away.
Emily Dickinson
782
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389
Of Tassels—and of Coaches—soon—
It's easy as a Sign—
The Intuition of the News—
In just a Country Town—
Emily Dickinson
45
Emily Dickinson
130
Emily Dickinson
886
Emily Dickinson
758
These—saw Visions—
Latch them softly—
These—held Dimples—
Smooth them slow—
This—addressed departing accents—
Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—
This—We stroked—
Unnumbered Satin—
These—we held among our own—
Fingers of the Slim Aurora—
Not so arrogant—this Noon—
Emily Dickinson
758
These—saw Visions—
Latch them softly—
These—held Dimples—
Smooth them slow—
This—addressed departing accents—
Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—
This—We stroked—
Unnumbered Satin—
These—we held among our own—
Fingers of the Slim Aurora—
Not so arrogant—this Noon—
Emily Dickinson
868
Emily Dickinson
628
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
785
Emily Dickinson
785
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350
Emily Dickinson
474
Permission to recant—
Permission to forget—
We turned our backs upon the Sun
For perjury of that—
Emily Dickinson
686
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Emily Dickinson
874
Emily Dickinson
874
Emily Dickinson
805
Emily Dickinson
858
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
936
Emily Dickinson
145
Emily Dickinson
945
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
979
Emily Dickinson
813
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
778
Emily Dickinson
778
Emily Dickinson
448
Of portion—so unconscious—
The Robbing—could not harm—
Himself—to Him—a Fortune—
Exterior—to Time—
Emily Dickinson
448
Of portion—so unconscious—
The Robbing—could not harm—
Himself—to Him—a Fortune—
Exterior—to Time—
Emily Dickinson
995
Emily Dickinson
501
Emily Dickinson
266
Emily Dickinson
266
Emily Dickinson
207
Emily Dickinson
207
Emily Dickinson
163
Emily Dickinson
499
Of Expectation—also—
Anticipating us
With transport, that would be a pain
Except for Holiness—
Emily Dickinson
499
Of Expectation—also—
Anticipating us
With transport, that would be a pain
Except for Holiness—
Emily Dickinson
922
Emily Dickinson
598
Emily Dickinson
598
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392
Emily Dickinson
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792
A stately—shriven—Company—
Convulsion—playing round—
Harmless—as streaks of Meteor—
Upon a Planet's Bond—
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
907
Until—Resemblance perfect—
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature—abdicate—
Exhibit Love—somewhat—
Emily Dickinson
907
Until—Resemblance perfect—
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature—abdicate—
Exhibit Love—somewhat—
Emily Dickinson
802
Emily Dickinson
984
Emily Dickinson
440
Emily Dickinson
660
Emily Dickinson
466
Emily Dickinson
466
Emily Dickinson
335
Emily Dickinson
545
Emily Dickinson
545
Emily Dickinson
355
'Tis Opposites—entice—
Deformed Men—ponder Grace—
Bright fires—the Blanketless—
The Lost—Day's face—
The Blind—esteem it be
Enough Estate—to see—
The Captive—strangles new—
For deeming—Beggars—play—
To lack—enamor Thee—
Tho' the Divinity—
Be only
Me—
Emily Dickinson
'Tis Opposites—entice—
Deformed Men—ponder Grace—
Bright fires—the Blanketless—
The Lost—Day's face—
The Blind—esteem it be
Enough Estate—to see—
The Captive—strangles new—
For deeming—Beggars—play—
To lack—enamor Thee—
Tho' the Divinity—
Be only
Me—
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To be alive—is Power—
Existence—in itself—
Without a further function—
Omnipotence—Enough—
To be alive—and Will!
'Tis able as a God—
The Maker—of Ourselves—be what—
Such being Finitude!
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To be alive—is Power—
Existence—in itself—
Without a further function—
Omnipotence—Enough—
To be alive—and Will!
'Tis able as a God—
The Maker—of Ourselves—be what—
Such being Finitude!
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The absent--mystic--creature--
That but for love of us--
Had gone to sleep--that soundest time--
Without the weariness--
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The absent—mystic—creature—
That but for love of us—
Had gone to sleep—that soundest time—
Without the weariness—
Emily Dickinson
The absent—mystic—creature—
That but for love of us—
Had gone to sleep—that soundest time—
Without the weariness—
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To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it—
Block it up
With Other—and 'twill yawn the more—
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air.
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So whether it be Rune,
Or whether it be none
Is of within.
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Is an unfurnished Circumstance
Possession is to One
As an Estate perpetual
Or a reduceless Mine.
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No Lifetime—on Them—
Appareled as the new
Unborn—except They had beheld—
Born infiniter—now—
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No Lifetime—on Them—
Appareled as the new
Unborn—except They had beheld—
Born infiniter—now—
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Content of fading
Is enough for me—
Fade I unto Divinity—
And Dying—Lifetime—
Ample as the Eye—
Her least attention raise on me—
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Content of fading
Is enough for me—
Fade I unto Divinity—
And Dying—Lifetime—
Ample as the Eye—
Her least attention raise on me—
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Partaken—it relieves—indeed—
But proves us
That Spices fly
In the Receipt—It was the Distance—
Was Savory—
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Unfulfilled to Observation—
Incomplete—to Eye—
But to Faith—a Revolution
In Locality—
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I am spotted—"I am Pardon"—
I am small—"The Least
Is esteemed in Heaven the Chiefest—
Occupy my House"—
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It may be Wilderness—without—
Far feet of failing Men—
But Holiday—excludes the night—
And it is Bells—within—
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It may be Wilderness—without—
Far feet of failing Men—
But Holiday—excludes the night—
And it is Bells—within—
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Tim—see Cottages—
But, Oh, so high!
Then—we shake—Tim and I—
And lest I—cry—
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Tim—see Cottages—
But, Oh, so high!
Then—we shake—Tim and I—
And lest I—cry—
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Attempted to expound
What Neither—understood—
Alas, that Wisdom is so large—
And Truth—so manifold!
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We lose—because we win—
Gamblers—recollecting which
Toss their dice again!
Emily Dickinson
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We lose—because we win—
Gamblers—recollecting which
Toss their dice again!
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We play at Paste—
Till qualified, for Pearl—
Then, drop the Paste—
And deem ourself a fool—
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We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.
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We pray—to Heaven—
We prate—of Heaven—
Relate—when Neighbors die—
At what o'clock to heaven—they fled—
Who saw them—Wherefore fly?
But State—Endowal—Focus—
Where—Omnipresence—fly?
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We see—Comparatively—
The Thing so towering high
We could not grasp its segment
Unaided—Yesterday—
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Do we "get drunk"?
Ask the jolly Clovers!
Do we "beat" our "Wife"?
I—never wed—
Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons—
Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head—
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Do we "get drunk"?
Ask the jolly Clovers!
Do we "beat" our "Wife"?
I—never wed—
Bee—pledges his—in minute flagons—
Dainty—as the trees—on our deft Head—
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Of Sycamore—or Cinnamon—
Deposit in a Stone
And put a Stone to keep it Warm—
Give Spices—unto Men—
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What is—"Paradise"—
Who live there—
Are they "Farmers"—
Do they "hoe"—
Do they know that this is "Amherst"—
And that I—am coming—too—
Emily Dickinson
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What is—"Paradise"—
Who live there—
Are they "Farmers"—
Do they "hoe"—
Do they know that this is "Amherst"—
And that I—am coming—too—
Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson
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While Asters—
On the Hill—
Their Everlasting fashions—set—
And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
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While Asters—
On the Hill—
Their Everlasting fashions—set—
And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
Emily Dickinson
491
While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare—
Emily Dickinson
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No Man depose
Whom Fate Ordain—
And Who can add a Crown
To Him who doth continual
Conspire against His Own
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Until a Pioneer, as
Settlers often do
Liking the quiet of the Place
Attracted more unto—
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Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—
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Rowing in Eden -
Ah, the sea!
Might I but moor tonight
In thee.
Emily Dickinson
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!
Emily Dickinson
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Futile—the Winds—
To a Heart in port—
Done with the Compass—
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden—
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor—Tonight—
In Thee!
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Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered thro' the village—
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected Violets
Within the meadows go—
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago!
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The Absolute—removed
The Relative away—
That I unto Himself adjust
My slow idolatry—
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