Poems by Emily Dickinson70
"Arcturus" is his other name
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
328
A Bird came down the Walk
He did not know I saw
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
229
A Burdock clawed my Gown
Not Burdock's blame
But mine
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den
A Bog affronts my shoe
421
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled
287
A Clock stopped
Not the Mantel's
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still
A clock stopped -- not the mantel's
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
895
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me
943
A Coffin is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
17
Baffled for just a day or two
Embarrassed not afraid
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid.
854
Banish Air from Air
Divide Light if you dare
They'll meet
While Cubes in a Drop
Or Pellets of Shape
Fit
Films cannot annul
845
Be Mine the Doom
Sufficient Fame
To perish in Her Hand!
516
Beauty be not caused It Is
Chase it, and it ceases
Chase it not, and it abides
Overtake the Creases
Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves--
And Immortality.
869
Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
Because the Flowers unafraid
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
1035
Bee! I'm expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due
The Frogs got Home last Week
834
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
'Tis Heavy and 'tis Light.
When He depart, an Emptiness
Is the prevailing Freight.
327
Before I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see
As other Creatures, that have Eyes
And know no other way
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet now I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
492
Civilization spurns the Leopard!
Was the Leopard bold?
Deserts never rebuked her Satin
Ethiop her Gold
Tawny her Customs
129
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so
What all the world suspect?
An hour, and gay on every tree
970
Color Caste Denomination
These are Time's Affair
Death's diviner Classifying
Does not know they are
Come slowly,
Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Come slowly Eden!
Lips unused to Thee
Bashful sip thy Jessamines
As the fainting Bee
Reaching late his flower,
562
Conjecturing a Climate
Of unsuspended Suns
Adds poignancy to Winter
The Shivering Fancy turns
To a fictitious Country
679
Conscious am I in my Chamber,
Of a shapeless friend
He doth not attest by Posture
Nor Confirm by Word
447
Could I do more for Thee
Wert Thou a Bumble Bee
Since for the Queen, have I
Nought but Bouquet?
220
Could I then shut the door
Lest my beseeching face at last
Rejected be of Her?
365
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door
Red is the Fire's common tint
But when the vivid Ore
976
Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
"Dissolve" says Death The Spirit "Sir
I have another Trust"
548
Death is potential to that Man
Who dies and to his friend
Beyond that unconspicuous
To Anyone but God
935
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.
Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly
360
Death sets a Thing significant
The Eye had hurried by
Except a perished Creature
Entreat us tenderly
730
Defrauded I a Butterfly
The lawful Heir for Thee
58
Delayed till she had ceased to know
Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay
Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain,--
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
257
Delight is as the flight
Or in the Ratio of it,
As the Schools would say
The Rainbow's way
A Skein
185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.
239
"Heaven" is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree
Provided it do hopeless hang
That "Heaven" is to Me!
575
"Heaven" has different Signs to me
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place
And when again, at Dawn,
254
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
127
"Houses" so the Wise Men tell me
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
731
"I want" it pleaded All its life
I want was chief it said
When Skill entreated it the last
And when so newly dead
372
I know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery
Others whose instant's wanting
Would be Eternity
The last a scanty Number
289
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber'd like the look of
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to
338
I know that He exists.
Somewhere in Silence
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.
'Tis an instant's play.
460
I know where Wells grow Droughtless Wells
Deep dug for Summer days
Where Mosses go no more away
And Pebble safely plays
944
I learned at least what Home could be
How ignorant I had been
Of pretty ways of Covenant
How awkward at the Hymn
241
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
463
I live with Him I see His face
I go no more away
For Visitor or Sundown
Death's single privacy
770
I lived on Dread
To Those who know
The Stimulus there is
In Danger Other impetus
Is numb and Vitalless
300
"Morning" means "Milking" to the Farmer
Dawn to the Teneriffe
Dice to the Maid
Morning means just Risk to the Lover
118
My friend attacks my friend!
Oh Battle picturesque!
Then I turn Soldier too,
And he turns Satirist!
92
My friend must be a Bird
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a Bee!
484
My Garden like the Beach
Denotes there be a Sea
That's Summer
Such as These the Pearls
She fetches such as Me
My life closed twice before its close--
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
My life had stood--a Loaded Gun--
In Corners--till a Day
The Owner passed--identified--
And carried Me away--
754
My Life had stood a Loaded Gun
In Corners till a Day
The Owner passed identified
And carried Me away
My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.
564
My period had come for Prayer
No other Art would do
My Tactics missed a rudiment
Creator Was it you?
668
"Nature" is what we see
The Hill the Afternoon
Squirrel Eclipse the Bumble bee
Nay Nature is Heaven
Nature is what we hear
835
Nature and God I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
They startled, like Executors
Of My identity.
"Nature" is what we see
The Hill the Afternoon
Squirrel Eclipse the Bumble bee
Nay Nature is Heaven
Nature is what we hear
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,
Nature the gentlest mother is,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest of the waywardest.
Her admonition mild
688
"Speech" is a prank of Parliament
"Tears" is a trick of the nerve
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on
85
"They have not chosen me," he said,
"But I have chosen them!"
Brave Broken hearted statement
Uttered in Bethlehem!
594
The Battle fought between the Soul
And No Man is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent
By far the Greater One
111
The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially
717
The Beggar Lad dies early
It's Somewhat in the Cold
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet
And haply, in the World
1545
The Bible is an antique Volume
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy Spectres
Subjects Bethlehem
880
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
No Breakfast if it guaranty
The Rose content may bloom
783
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
Their period for Dawn
A Music numerous as space
But neighboring as Noon
743
The Birds reported from the South
A News express to Me
A spicy Charge, My little Posts
But I am deaf Today
The Black Berry wears a Thorn in his side
But no Man heard Him cry
He offers His Berry, just the same
To Partridge and to Boy
578
The Body grows without
The more convenient way
That if the Spirit like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,
964
"Unto Me?" I do not know you
Where may be your House?
"I am Jesus Late of Judea
Now of Paradise"
480
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer Wherefore when He pass
420
You'll know it as you know 'tis Noon
By Glory
As you do the Sun
By Glory
As you will in Heaven
234
You're right "the way is narrow"
And "difficult the Gate"
And "few there be" Correct again
That "enter in thereat"
299
Your Riches taught me Poverty.
Myself a Millionaire
In little Wealths, as Girls could boast
Till broad as Buenos Ayre
