written by Emily Dickinson127
"Houses" so the Wise Men tell me
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!
"Many Mansions," by "his Father,"
I don't know him; snugly built!
Could the Children find the way there
Some, would even trudge tonight!
Emily Dickinson
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Mon 09.26.2011 at 16:06
241
I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sun 09.25.2011 at 01:08
254
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Wed 09.21.2011 at 11:15
935
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Tue 09.20.2011 at 00:37
834
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
'Tis Heavy and 'tis Light.
When He depart, an Emptiness
Is the prevailing Freight.
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Fri 09.16.2011 at 05:41
608
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death for who is He?
The Porter of my Father's Lodge
As much abasheth me!
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Thu 09.15.2011 at 04:26
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
That makes no show for dawn
By strech of limb or stir of lid, --
An independent one.
