written by Emily Dickinson490
To One denied the drink
To tell what Water is
Would be acuter, would it not
Than letting Him surmise?
To lead Him to the Well
And let Him hear it drip
Remind Him, would it not, somewhat
Of His condemned lip?
Emily Dickinson
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sun 03.28.2010 at 18:17
22
All these my banners be.
I sow my pageantry
In May
It rises train by train
Then sleeps in state again
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sat 03.27.2010 at 19:20
343
My Reward for Being, was This.
My premium My Bliss
An Admiralty, less
A Sceptre penniless
And Realms just Dross
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Mon 03.01.2010 at 21:07
661
Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the Meadow Bee
And visit only where I liked
And No one visit me
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Thu 02.25.2010 at 10:51
37
Before the ice is in the pools
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Thu 02.11.2010 at 01:53
399
A House upon the Height
That Wagon never reached
No Dead, were ever carried down
No Peddler's Cart approached
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Tue 02.09.2010 at 12:39
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
