written by Emily Dickinson365
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
Has vanquished Flame's conditions,
It quivers from the Forge
Without a color, but the light
Of unanointed Blaze.
Least Village has its Blacksmith
Whose Anvil's even ring
Stands symbol for the finer Forge
That soundless tugs within
Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the Designated Light
Repudiate the Forge
Emily Dickinson
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Mon 08.13.2007 at 20:32
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
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Thu 08.09.2007 at 17:22
"Nature" is what we see
The Hill the Afternoon
Squirrel Eclipse the Bumble bee
Nay Nature is Heaven
Nature is what we hear
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Wed 08.08.2007 at 20:37
421
A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld
The Lady date not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Wed 08.08.2007 at 12:36
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sat 07.28.2007 at 09:09
411
The Color of the Grave is Green
The Outer Grave I mean
You would not know it from the Field
Except it own a Stone
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Fri 07.20.2007 at 23:46
133
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
And then reluctant turn
My flowers raise their pretty lips
