Poems in this topic
Emotions and Feelings
Emily Dickinson
A still—Volcano—Life
A still—Volcano—Life
601
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—
601
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—
275
Emily Dickinson
A throe upon the features
A throe upon the features
71
A throe upon the features-
A hurry in the breath-
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death"-
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown,
I've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
71
A throe upon the features-
A hurry in the breath-
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death"-
An anguish at the mention
Which when to patience grown,
I've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
282
Emily Dickinson
A Shade upon the mind there passes
A Shade upon the mind there passes
882
A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
882
A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
250
Emily Dickinson
A Shade upon the mind there passes
A Shade upon the mind there passes
882
A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
882
A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
250
Emily Dickinson
A Secret told
A Secret told
381
A Secret told-
Ceases to be a Secret-then-
A Secret-keptThat-
can appal but One-
Better of it-continual be afraid-
Than it-
And Whom you told it to-beside-
381
A Secret told-
Ceases to be a Secret-then-
A Secret-keptThat-
can appal but One-
Better of it-continual be afraid-
Than it-
And Whom you told it to-beside-
342
Emily Dickinson
A Planted Life-diversified
A Planted Life-diversified
806
A Planted Life-diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles-'tis when
A Value struggle-it exist-
A Power-will proclaim
Although Annihilation pile
Whole Chaoses on Him-
806
A Planted Life-diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles-'tis when
A Value struggle-it exist-
A Power-will proclaim
Although Annihilation pile
Whole Chaoses on Him-
321
Emily Dickinson
A Murmur in the Trees-to note
A Murmur in the Trees-to note
416
A Murmur in the Trees-to note-
Not loud enough-for Wind-
A Star-not far enough to seek-
Nor near enough-to find-
A long-long Yellow-on the Lawn-
A Hubbub-as of feet-
Not audible-as Ours-to Us-
But dapperer-More Sweet-
A Hurrying Home of little Men
To Houses unperceived-
All this-and more-if I should tell-
Would never be believed-
Of Robins in the Trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings-
Although I heard them try-
But then I promised ne'er to tell-
How could I break My Word?
So go your Way-and I'll go Mine-
No fear you'll miss the Road.
416
A Murmur in the Trees-to note-
Not loud enough-for Wind-
A Star-not far enough to seek-
Nor near enough-to find-
A long-long Yellow-on the Lawn-
A Hubbub-as of feet-
Not audible-as Ours-to Us-
But dapperer-More Sweet-
A Hurrying Home of little Men
To Houses unperceived-
All this-and more-if I should tell-
Would never be believed-
Of Robins in the Trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings-
Although I heard them try-
But then I promised ne'er to tell-
How could I break My Word?
So go your Way-and I'll go Mine-
No fear you'll miss the Road.
337
Emily Dickinson
A nearness to Tremendousness
A nearness to Tremendousness
963
A nearness to Tremendousness-
An Agony procures-
Affliction ranges Boundlessness-
Vicinity to Laws
Contentment's quiet Suburb-
Affliction cannot stay
In Acres-Its Location
Is Illocality-
963
A nearness to Tremendousness-
An Agony procures-
Affliction ranges Boundlessness-
Vicinity to Laws
Contentment's quiet Suburb-
Affliction cannot stay
In Acres-Its Location
Is Illocality-
239
Emily Dickinson
A nearness to Tremendousness
A nearness to Tremendousness
963
A nearness to Tremendousness-
An Agony procures-
Affliction ranges Boundlessness-
Vicinity to Laws
Contentment's quiet Suburb-
Affliction cannot stay
In Acres-Its Location
Is Illocality-
963
A nearness to Tremendousness-
An Agony procures-
Affliction ranges Boundlessness-
Vicinity to Laws
Contentment's quiet Suburb-
Affliction cannot stay
In Acres-Its Location
Is Illocality-
239
Emily Dickinson
A loss of something ever felt I
A loss of something ever felt I
959
A loss of something ever felt I-
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was-of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect
A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out-
Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is-
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces-
And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven-
959
A loss of something ever felt I-
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was-of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect
A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out-
Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is-
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces-
And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven-
366
Emily Dickinson
A little bread-a crust-a crumb
A little bread-a crust-a crumb
159
A little bread-a crust-a crumb-
A little trust-a demijohn-
Can keep the soul alive-
Not portly, mind! but breathing-warmConscious-
as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
A modest lot-A fame petite-
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's-balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!
159
A little bread-a crust-a crumb-
A little trust-a demijohn-
Can keep the soul alive-
Not portly, mind! but breathing-warmConscious-
as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
A modest lot-A fame petite-
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's-balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!
306
Emily Dickinson
A happy lip-breaks sudden
A happy lip-breaks sudden
353
A happy lip-breaks sudden-
It doesn't state you how
It contemplated-smiling-
Just consummated-now-
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient-like a pain-
Fresh gilded-to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan-
353
A happy lip-breaks sudden-
It doesn't state you how
It contemplated-smiling-
Just consummated-now-
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient-like a pain-
Fresh gilded-to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan-
308
Emily Dickinson
A happy lip-breaks sudden
A happy lip-breaks sudden
353
A happy lip-breaks sudden-
It doesn't state you how
It contemplated-smiling-
Just consummated-now-
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient-like a pain-
Fresh gilded-to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan-
353
A happy lip-breaks sudden-
It doesn't state you how
It contemplated-smiling-
Just consummated-now-
But this one, wears its merriment
So patient-like a pain-
Fresh gilded-to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan-
308
Emily Dickinson
A Dying Tiger-moaned for Drink
A Dying Tiger-moaned for Drink
566
A Dying Tiger-moaned for Drink-
I hunted all the Sand-
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand-
His Mighty Balls-in death were thick-
But searching-I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water-and of me
'Twas not my blame-who sped too slow'
Twas not his blame-who died
While I was reaching him-
But 'twas-the fact that He was dead-
566
A Dying Tiger-moaned for Drink-
I hunted all the Sand-
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand-
His Mighty Balls-in death were thick-
But searching-I could see
A Vision on the Retina
Of Water-and of me
'Twas not my blame-who sped too slow'
Twas not his blame-who died
While I was reaching him-
But 'twas-the fact that He was dead-
375
Emily Dickinson
A doubt if it be Us
A doubt if it be Us
859
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.
859
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.
310
Emily Dickinson
A doubt if it be Us
A doubt if it be Us
859
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.
859
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.
310
Emily Dickinson
A darting fear-a pomp-a tear
A darting fear-a pomp-a tear
87
A darting fear-a pomp-a tear-
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
87
A darting fear-a pomp-a tear-
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
450
Emily Dickinson
A Book
A Book
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
320
Emily Dickinson
A Charm invests a face
A Charm invests a face
421
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld-
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled-
But peers beyond her mesh-
And wishes-and denies-
Lest Interview-annul a want
That Image-satisfies-
421
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld-
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled-
But peers beyond her mesh-
And wishes-and denies-
Lest Interview-annul a want
That Image-satisfies-
431
Emily Dickinson
A Charm invests a face
A Charm invests a face
421
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld-
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled-
But peers beyond her mesh-
And wishes-and denies-
Lest Interview-annul a want
That Image-satisfies-
421
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld-
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled-
But peers beyond her mesh-
And wishes-and denies-
Lest Interview-annul a want
That Image-satisfies-
431
Emily Dickinson
Why do I love You, Sir?
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
480
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because-
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer-Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows-and
Do not You-
And We know not-
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so-
The Lightning-never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut-when He was by-
Because He knows it cannot speak-
And reasons not contained-
Of Talk-
There be-preferred by Daintier Folk-
The Sunrise-Sire-compelleth Me-
Because He's Sunrise-and I seeTherefore-
Then-
I love Thee-
480
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because-
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer-Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
Because He knows-and
Do not You-
And We know not-
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so-
The Lightning-never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut-when He was by-
Because He knows it cannot speak-
And reasons not contained-
Of Talk-
There be-preferred by Daintier Folk-
The Sunrise-Sire-compelleth Me-
Because He's Sunrise-and I seeTherefore-
Then-
I love Thee-
356
Emily Dickinson
Morning-means Milking-to the Farmer
"Morning"-means "Milking"-to the Farmer
300
"Morning"-means "Milking"-to the FarmerDawn-
to the TeneriffeDice-
to the Maid-
Morning means just Risk-to the Lover-
Just revelation-to the Beloved
Epicures-date a Breakfast-by itBrides-
an ApocalypseWorlds-
a FloodFaint-
going Lives-Their Lapse from SighingFaith-
The Experiment of Our Lord
300
"Morning"-means "Milking"-to the FarmerDawn-
to the TeneriffeDice-
to the Maid-
Morning means just Risk-to the Lover-
Just revelation-to the Beloved
Epicures-date a Breakfast-by itBrides-
an ApocalypseWorlds-
a FloodFaint-
going Lives-Their Lapse from SighingFaith-
The Experiment of Our Lord
266
Emily Dickinson
Heaven-is what I cannot reach!
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach!
239
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree-
Provided it do hopeless-hangThat-"
Heaven" is-to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud-
The interdicted Land-
Behind the Hill-the House behindThere-
Paradise-is found!
Her teasing Purples-Afternoons-
The credulous-decoyEnamored-
of the Conjuror-
That spurned us-Yesterday!
239
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree-
Provided it do hopeless-hangThat-"
Heaven" is-to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud-
The interdicted Land-
Behind the Hill-the House behindThere-
Paradise-is found!
Her teasing Purples-Afternoons-
The credulous-decoyEnamored-
of the Conjuror-
That spurned us-Yesterday!
332
Emily Dickinson
Heaven-is what I cannot reach!
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach!
239
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree-
Provided it do hopeless-hangThat-"
Heaven" is-to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud-
The interdicted Land-
Behind the Hill-the House behindThere-
Paradise-is found!
Her teasing Purples-Afternoons-
The credulous-decoyEnamored-
of the Conjuror-
That spurned us-Yesterday!
239
"Heaven"-is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree-
Provided it do hopeless-hangThat-"
Heaven" is-to Me!
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud-
The interdicted Land-
Behind the Hill-the House behindThere-
Paradise-is found!
Her teasing Purples-Afternoons-
The credulous-decoyEnamored-
of the Conjuror-
That spurned us-Yesterday!
332