Poems in this topic
Emotions and Feelings
Emily Dickinson
Such is the Force of Happiness
Such is the Force of Happiness
787
Such is the Force of Happiness-
The Least-can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus-
Who Misery-sustain-
No Sinew can afford-
The Cargo of Themselves-
Too infinite for Consciousness'
Slow capabilities.
787
Such is the Force of Happiness-
The Least-can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus-
Who Misery-sustain-
No Sinew can afford-
The Cargo of Themselves-
Too infinite for Consciousness'
Slow capabilities.
247
Emily Dickinson
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning
925
Struck, was I, not yet by LightningLightning-
lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Maimed-was I-yet not by Venture-
Stone of stolid Boy-
Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure-
Who mine Enemy?
Robbed-was I-intact to Bandit-
All my Mansion tornSun-
withdrawn to Recognition-
Furthest shining-done-
Yet was not the foe-of any-
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me-afraid.
Most-I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me
Best-at Setting-as is Nature's-
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other's eyes.
925
Struck, was I, not yet by LightningLightning-
lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Maimed-was I-yet not by Venture-
Stone of stolid Boy-
Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure-
Who mine Enemy?
Robbed-was I-intact to Bandit-
All my Mansion tornSun-
withdrawn to Recognition-
Furthest shining-done-
Yet was not the foe-of any-
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me-afraid.
Most-I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me
Best-at Setting-as is Nature's-
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other's eyes.
321
Emily Dickinson
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
Speech—is a prank of Parliament—
"Speech"—is a prank of Parliament—
"Tears"—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move—
"Speech"—is a prank of Parliament—
"Tears"—is a trick of the nerve—
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on—
Doesn't—always—move—
265
Emily Dickinson
So proud she was to die
So proud she was to die
So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed.
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.
So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed.
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.
495
Emily Dickinson
So from the mould
So from the mould
66
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise-
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
66
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise-
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
394
Emily Dickinson
Smiling back from Coronation
Smiling back from Coronation
385
Smiling back from Coronation
May be Luxury-
On the Heads that started with usBeing's
Peasantry-
Recognizing in Procession
Ones We former knew-
When Ourselves were also dusty-
Centuries ago-
Had the Triumph no Conviction
Of how many beStimulated-
by the Contrast-
Unto Misery-
385
Smiling back from Coronation
May be Luxury-
On the Heads that started with usBeing's
Peasantry-
Recognizing in Procession
Ones We former knew-
When Ourselves were also dusty-
Centuries ago-
Had the Triumph no Conviction
Of how many beStimulated-
by the Contrast-
Unto Misery-
210
Emily Dickinson
Smiling back from Coronation
Smiling back from Coronation
385
Smiling back from Coronation
May be Luxury-
On the Heads that started with usBeing's
Peasantry-
Recognizing in Procession
Ones We former knew-
When Ourselves were also dusty-
Centuries ago-
Had the Triumph no Conviction
Of how many beStimulated-
by the Contrast-
Unto Misery-
385
Smiling back from Coronation
May be Luxury-
On the Heads that started with usBeing's
Peasantry-
Recognizing in Procession
Ones We former knew-
When Ourselves were also dusty-
Centuries ago-
Had the Triumph no Conviction
Of how many beStimulated-
by the Contrast-
Unto Misery-
210
Emily Dickinson
Snow flakes
Snow flakes
36
Snow flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
36
Snow flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
258
Emily Dickinson
Snow flakes
Snow flakes
36
Snow flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
36
Snow flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
258
Emily Dickinson
Snow flakes
Snow flakes
36
Snow flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
36
Snow flakes.
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
258
Emily Dickinson
Shells from the Coast mistaking
Shells from the Coast mistaking
693
Shells from the Coast mistaking-
I cherished them for All-
Happening in After Ages
To entertain a Pearl-
Wherefore so late-I murmured-
My need of Thee-be doneTherefore-
the Pearl responded-
My Period begin
693
Shells from the Coast mistaking-
I cherished them for All-
Happening in After Ages
To entertain a Pearl-
Wherefore so late-I murmured-
My need of Thee-be doneTherefore-
the Pearl responded-
My Period begin
175
Emily Dickinson
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
479
She dealt her pretty words like Blades-
How glittering they shone-
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone-
She never deemed-she hurtThat-
is not Steel's Affair-
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh-
How ill the Creatures bear-
To Ache is human-not polite-
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom-
Just locking up-to Die.
479
She dealt her pretty words like Blades-
How glittering they shone-
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone-
She never deemed-she hurtThat-
is not Steel's Affair-
A vulgar grimace in the Flesh-
How ill the Creatures bear-
To Ache is human-not polite-
The Film upon the eye
Mortality's old Custom-
Just locking up-to Die.
270
Emily Dickinson
Savior! I've no one else to tell
Savior! I've no one else to tell
217
Savior! I've no one else to tell-
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so-
Dost thou remember me?
Nor, for myself, I came so far-
That were the little load-
I brought thee the imperial Heart
I had not strength to hold-
The Heart I carried in my own-
Till mine too heavy grewYet-
strangest-heavier since it went-
Is it too large for you?
217
Savior! I've no one else to tell-
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so-
Dost thou remember me?
Nor, for myself, I came so far-
That were the little load-
I brought thee the imperial Heart
I had not strength to hold-
The Heart I carried in my own-
Till mine too heavy grewYet-
strangest-heavier since it went-
Is it too large for you?
255
Emily Dickinson
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
Robbed by Death—but that was easy
971
Robbed by Death—but that was easy—
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing—
Robbed by Liberty
For Her Jugular Defences—
This, too, I endured—
Hint of Glory—it afforded—
For the Brave Beloved—
Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,
Fraud of Death—to bear—
It is Bounty—to Suspense's
Vague Calamity—
Stalking our entire Possession
On a Hair's result—
Then—seesawing—coolly—on it—
Trying if it split—
971
Robbed by Death—but that was easy—
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing—
Robbed by Liberty
For Her Jugular Defences—
This, too, I endured—
Hint of Glory—it afforded—
For the Brave Beloved—
Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,
Fraud of Death—to bear—
It is Bounty—to Suspense's
Vague Calamity—
Stalking our entire Possession
On a Hair's result—
Then—seesawing—coolly—on it—
Trying if it split—
151
Emily Dickinson
Reverse cannot befall
Reverse cannot befall
395
Reverse cannot befall
That fine Prosperity
Whose Sources are interior-
As soon-Adversity
A Diamond-overtake
In far-Bolivian Ground-
Misfortune hath no implement
Could mar it-if it found-
395
Reverse cannot befall
That fine Prosperity
Whose Sources are interior-
As soon-Adversity
A Diamond-overtake
In far-Bolivian Ground-
Misfortune hath no implement
Could mar it-if it found-
271
Emily Dickinson
Remorse
Remorse
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window -- and at Door --
Its Past -- set down before the Soul
And lighted with a Match --
Perusal -- to facilitate --
And help Belief to stretch --
Remorse is cureless -- the Disease
Not even God -- can heal --
For 'tis His institution -- and
The Adequate of Hell --
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window -- and at Door --
Its Past -- set down before the Soul
And lighted with a Match --
Perusal -- to facilitate --
And help Belief to stretch --
Remorse is cureless -- the Disease
Not even God -- can heal --
For 'tis His institution -- and
The Adequate of Hell --
320
Emily Dickinson
Remorse
Remorse
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window -- and at Door --
Its Past -- set down before the Soul
And lighted with a Match --
Perusal -- to facilitate --
And help Belief to stretch --
Remorse is cureless -- the Disease
Not even God -- can heal --
For 'tis His institution -- and
The Adequate of Hell --
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window -- and at Door --
Its Past -- set down before the Soul
And lighted with a Match --
Perusal -- to facilitate --
And help Belief to stretch --
Remorse is cureless -- the Disease
Not even God -- can heal --
For 'tis His institution -- and
The Adequate of Hell --
320
Emily Dickinson
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
Read—Sweet—how others—strove
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!
Read then—of faith—
That shone above the fagot—
Clear strains of Hymn
The River could not drown—
Brave names of Men—
And Celestial Women—
Passed out—of Record
Into—Renown!
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!
Read then—of faith—
That shone above the fagot—
Clear strains of Hymn
The River could not drown—
Brave names of Men—
And Celestial Women—
Passed out—of Record
Into—Renown!
250
Emily Dickinson
Poor little Heart!
Poor little Heart!
192
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!
Frail little Heart!
I would not break theeCould'st
credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little Heart-
Like Morning Glory!
Wind and Sun-wilt thee array!
192
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!
Frail little Heart!
I would not break theeCould'st
credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little Heart-
Like Morning Glory!
Wind and Sun-wilt thee array!
384
Emily Dickinson
Poor little Heart!
Poor little Heart!
192
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!
Frail little Heart!
I would not break theeCould'st
credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little Heart-
Like Morning Glory!
Wind and Sun-wilt thee array!
192
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little Heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!
Frail little Heart!
I would not break theeCould'st
credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little Heart-
Like Morning Glory!
Wind and Sun-wilt thee array!
384
Emily Dickinson
Patience—has a quiet Outer
Patience—has a quiet Outer
926
Patience—has a quiet Outer—
Patience—Look within—
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinites—between—
'Scaping one—against the other
Fruitlesser to fling—
Patience—is the Smile's exertion
Through the quivering—
926
Patience—has a quiet Outer—
Patience—Look within—
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinites—between—
'Scaping one—against the other
Fruitlesser to fling—
Patience—is the Smile's exertion
Through the quivering—
218
Emily Dickinson
Patience—has a quiet Outer
Patience—has a quiet Outer
926
Patience—has a quiet Outer—
Patience—Look within—
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinites—between—
'Scaping one—against the other
Fruitlesser to fling—
Patience—is the Smile's exertion
Through the quivering—
926
Patience—has a quiet Outer—
Patience—Look within—
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinites—between—
'Scaping one—against the other
Fruitlesser to fling—
Patience—is the Smile's exertion
Through the quivering—
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