Poems in this topic
Life and Existence
Emily Dickinson
Spring is the Period
Spring is the Period
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Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
844
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
346
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—
264
Emily Dickinson
Soto! Explore thyself!
Soto! Explore thyself!
832
Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent"-
No Settler had the Mind.
832
Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent"-
No Settler had the Mind.
374
Emily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter winds
Some, too fragile for winter winds
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses-
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look,
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold,
Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father-
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses-
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look,
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold,
Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father-
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
343
Emily Dickinson
Some things that fly there be
Some things that fly there be
89
Some things that fly there beBirds-
Hours-the Bumblebee-
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there beGrief-
Hills-Eternity-
Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the Riddle lies!
89
Some things that fly there beBirds-
Hours-the Bumblebee-
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there beGrief-
Hills-Eternity-
Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the Riddle lies!
326
Emily Dickinson
Some things that fly there be
Some things that fly there be
89
Some things that fly there beBirds-
Hours-the Bumblebee-
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there beGrief-
Hills-Eternity-
Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the Riddle lies!
89
Some things that fly there beBirds-
Hours-the Bumblebee-
Of these no Elegy.
Some things that stay there beGrief-
Hills-Eternity-
Nor this behooveth me.
There are that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the Riddle lies!
326
Emily Dickinson
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
752
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
In an Audience—
Stamped—occasionally—forever—
So may Countenance
Entertain—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon—
Gone—as soon as known—
752
So the Eyes accost—and sunder
In an Audience—
Stamped—occasionally—forever—
So may Countenance
Entertain—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon—
Gone—as soon as known—
197
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 has a Daisy vanished
So has a Daisy vanished
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So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today-
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away-
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tideBlooming-
tripping-flowing
Are ye then with God?
28
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today-
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away-
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tideBlooming-
tripping-flowing
Are ye then with God?
338
Emily Dickinson
So has a Daisy vanished
So has a Daisy vanished
28
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today-
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away-
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tideBlooming-
tripping-flowing
Are ye then with God?
28
So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today-
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away-
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tideBlooming-
tripping-flowing
Are ye then with God?
338
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!
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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
Should you but fail at—Sea
Should you but fail at—Sea
226
Should you but fail at—Sea—
In sight of me—
Or doomed lie—
Next Sun—to die—
Or rap—at Paradise—unheard
I'd harass God
Until he let you in!
226
Should you but fail at—Sea—
In sight of me—
Or doomed lie—
Next Sun—to die—
Or rap—at Paradise—unheard
I'd harass God
Until he let you in!
215
Emily Dickinson
Size circumscribes—it has no room
Size circumscribes—it has no room
641
Size circumscribes—it has no room
For petty furniture—
The Giant tolerates no Gnat
For Ease of Gianture—
Repudiates it, all the more—
Because intrinsic size
Ignores the possibility
Of Calumnies—or Flies.
641
Size circumscribes—it has no room
For petty furniture—
The Giant tolerates no Gnat
For Ease of Gianture—
Repudiates it, all the more—
Because intrinsic size
Ignores the possibility
Of Calumnies—or Flies.
216
Emily Dickinson
She rose to His Requirement
She rose to His Requirement
732
She rose to His Requirement-dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
To take the honorable Work
Of Woman, and of Wife-
If ought She missed in Her new Day,
Of Amplitude, or Awe-
Or first Prospective-Or the Gold
In using, wear away,
It lay unmentioned-as the Sea
Develop Pearl, and Weed,
But only to Himself-be known
The Fathoms they abide-
732
She rose to His Requirement-dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
To take the honorable Work
Of Woman, and of Wife-
If ought She missed in Her new Day,
Of Amplitude, or Awe-
Or first Prospective-Or the Gold
In using, wear away,
It lay unmentioned-as the Sea
Develop Pearl, and Weed,
But only to Himself-be known
The Fathoms they abide-
802
Emily Dickinson
She rose to His Requirement
She rose to His Requirement
732
She rose to His Requirement-dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
To take the honorable Work
Of Woman, and of Wife-
If ought She missed in Her new Day,
Of Amplitude, or Awe-
Or first Prospective-Or the Gold
In using, wear away,
It lay unmentioned-as the Sea
Develop Pearl, and Weed,
But only to Himself-be known
The Fathoms they abide-
732
She rose to His Requirement-dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
To take the honorable Work
Of Woman, and of Wife-
If ought She missed in Her new Day,
Of Amplitude, or Awe-
Or first Prospective-Or the Gold
In using, wear away,
It lay unmentioned-as the Sea
Develop Pearl, and Weed,
But only to Himself-be known
The Fathoms they abide-
802
Emily Dickinson
She died—this was the way she died
She died—this was the way she died
150
She died—this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
150
She died—this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
255
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
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
96
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed-
That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door-
Daisies point the way there-
And the Troubadour.
96
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed-
That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door-
Daisies point the way there-
And the Troubadour.
280
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
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
Renunciation
Renunciation
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --
The letting go
A Presence -- for an Expectation --
Not now --
The putting out of Eyes --
Just Sunrise --
Lest Day -Day's
Great Progenitor --
Outvie
Renunciation -- is the Choosing
Against itself --
Itself to justify
Unto itself --
When larger function --
Make that appear --
Smaller -- that Covered Vision -- Here --
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --
The letting go
A Presence -- for an Expectation --
Not now --
The putting out of Eyes --
Just Sunrise --
Lest Day -Day's
Great Progenitor --
Outvie
Renunciation -- is the Choosing
Against itself --
Itself to justify
Unto itself --
When larger function --
Make that appear --
Smaller -- that Covered Vision -- Here --
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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!
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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!
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