Emily Dickinson

Selected Poems

Fernanda B.has quoted2 months ago
Heaven is what I cannot reach!

The apple on the tree,

Provided it do hopeless hang,

That ‘heaven’ is, to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,

The interdicted ground

Behind the hill, the house behind,—

There Paradise is found!
cupkadailyhas quoted4 months ago
His 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!
cupkadailyhas quoted4 months ago
If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.
Анна Береговаяhas quoted6 months ago
note the fashions of the cross,

Of those that stand alone,

Still fascinated to presume

That some are like my own.
Анна Береговаяhas quoted6 months ago
I measure every grief I meet

With analytic eyes;

I wonder if it weighs like mine,

Or has an easier size.

I wonder if they bore it long,

Or did it just begin?

I could not tell the date of mine,

It feels so old a pain.
Анна Береговаяhas quoted6 months ago
I wonder if it hurts to live,

And if they have to try,

And whether, could they choose between,

They would not rather die.

I wonder if when years have piled—

Some thousands—on the cause

Of early hurt, if such a lapse

Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still

Through centuries above,

Enlightened to a larger pain

By contrast with the love.

The grieved are many, I am told;

The reason deeper lies,—

Death is but one and comes but once,

And only nails the eyes.

There’s grief of want, and grief of cold,—

A sort they call ‘despair;’

There’s banishment from native eyes,

In sight of native air.

And though I may not guess the kind

Correctly, yet to me

A piercing comfort it affords

In passing Calvary,
Alenhas quoted7 months ago
The Lost Thought.

I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
The cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam the day upon.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
The twilight stood as strangers do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
To stay as if, or go.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
The morning after death
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
The dying need but little, dear,—
A glass of water’s all,
A flower’s unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
The Lost Thought.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
To rest,—to rest would be
A privilege of hurricane
To memory and me.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me—’t was all—
And came my way no more.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
Victory comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
The Mystery of Pain.
Reemhas quoted7 months ago
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
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