written by Emily Dickinson575
"Heaven" has different Signs to me
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals
The Orchard, when the Sun is on
The Triumph of the Birds
When they together Victory make
Some Carnivals of Clouds
The Rapture of a finished Day
Returning to the West
All these remind us of the place
That Men call "paradise"
Itself be fairer we suppose
But how Ourself, shall be
Adorned, for a Superior Grace
Not yet, our eyes can see
Emily Dickinson
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Mon 01.12.2009 at 21:18
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,--some way back,
I could not fix the year,
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sun 01.11.2009 at 07:50
434
To love thee Year by Year
May less appear
Than sacrifice, and cease
However, dear,
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Tue 01.06.2009 at 11:07
1035
Bee! I'm expecting you!
Was saying Yesterday
To Somebody you know
That you were due
The Frogs got Home last Week
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Tue 01.06.2009 at 07:04
485
To make One's Toilette after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sat 12.13.2008 at 22:26
820
All Circumstances are the Frame
In which His Face is set
All Latitudes exist for His
Sufficient Continent
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Tue 12.09.2008 at 12:38
UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
