Emily Dickinson – A not admitting of the wound (Poem 1188)

A not admitting of the woundUntil it grew so wideThat all my Life had entered itAnd there were troughs beside -A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sunUntil the tender CarpenterPerpetual nail it down - ...

Emily Dickinson – You left me Sire two Legacies (Poem 713)

You left me – Sire – two Legacies – A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of – You left me Boundaries of Pain – Capacious as the Sea – Between Eternity and Time – Your Consciousness – and me –...

Emily Dickinson – A narrow Fellow in the Grass (Poem 1096)

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides - You may have met him? Did you not His notice instant is - The Grass divides as with a Comb, A spotted Shaft is seen, And then it closes at your Feet And opens further on - He likes a Boggy Acre -   A Floor too cool...

Emily Dickinson – My Life had stood a Loaded Gun (Poem 764)

My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away - And now We roam in Sovreign Woods - And now We hunt the Doe - And every time I speak for Him The Mountains straight reply - And do I smile, such cordial light Opon...

Emily Dickinson – To fight aloud is very brave (Poem 138)

To fight aloud, is very brave -  But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Calvalry of Wo -  Who win, and nations do not see -  Who fall - and none observe -  Whose dying eyes, no Country Regards with patriot love -  We trust, in plumed...

Emily Dickinson – The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants (Poem 1350)

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants - At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always And yet it’s whole Career Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay - And fleeter than a Tare - ’Tis Vegetation’s Juggler - The Germ of Alibi - Doth like...

Emily Dickinson – Much Madness is divinest Sense (Poem 620)

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness - ’Tis the Majority In this, as all, prevail - Assent - and you are sane - Demur - you’re straightway dangerous - And handled with a Chain -...

Emily Dickinson – I dwell in Possibility – (Poem 466)

I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest – For Occupation – This – The spreading wide...

Emily Dickinson – The Moon is distant from the Sea (Poem 387)

The Moon is distant from the Sea – And yet, with Amber Hands – She leads Him – docile as a Boy – Along appointed Sands – He never misses a Degree – Obedient to Her eye – He comes just so far – toward the Town – Just so far – goes away – Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand – And...

Emily Dickinson – This World is not Conclusion (Poem 373)

This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond -  Invisible, as Music - But positive, as Sound - It beckons, and it baffles -  Philosophy, dont know -  And through a Riddle, at the last -  Sagacity, must go - To guess it, puzzles scholars - To gain...

Emily Dickinson – Forever – is composed of Nows – (Poem 690)

Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of Home – From this – experienced Here – Remove the Dates – to These – Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years – Without Debate – or Pause – Or Celebrated...

Emily Dickinson – Mine-by the Right of the White Election (Poem 411)

Mine - by the Right of the White Election! Mine - by the Royal Seal! Mine - by the sign in the Scarlet prison - Bars - cannot conceal! Mine - here - in Vision - and in Veto! Mine - by the Grave's Repeal - Titled - Confirmed - Delirious Charter! Mine - long as Ages steal! ...

Emily Dickinson – They shut me up in Prose (Poem445)

They shut me up in Prose – As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet – Because they liked me “still” – Still! Could themself have peeped – And seen my Brain – go round – They might as wise have lodged a Bird For Treason – in the Pound – Himself has but to will And easy...

Emily Dickinson – How many times these low feet staggered (Poem 238)

How many times these low feet staggered - Only the soldered mouth can tell - Try - can you stir the awful rivet - Try - can you lift the hasps of steel! Stroke the cool forehead - hot so often - Lift - if you care - the listless hair - Handle the adamantine fingers Never a...

Emily Dickinson – It was not Death, for I stood up (Poem 355)

It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down - It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon. It was not Frost, for on my Flesh I felt Siroccos - crawl - Nor Fire - for just my marble feet Could keep a Chancel, cool - And yet, it tasted,...

Emily Dickinson – Snow flakes… (Poem 45)

I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town – And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down – And then they grew so jolly I did resign the prig – And ten of my once stately toes Are marshalled for a jig!...

Emily Dickinson – It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (Poem 291)

It sifts from Leaden Sieves - It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road - It makes an even Face Of Mountain, and of Plain - Unbroken Forehead from the East Unto the East again - It reaches to the Fence - It wraps it Rail by Rail Till it...

Emily Dickinson – The morns are meeker than they were - (Poem 32)

The morns are meeker than they were - The nuts are getting brown -The berry’s cheek is plumper -The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf -The field a scarlet gown -Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned I’ll put a trinket on.&nb...

Emily Dickinson – I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (Poem 340)

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading - treading - till it seemed That Sense was breaking through - And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum - Kept beating - beating - till I thought My mind was going numb - And then I heard them...

Emily Dickinson – Now I knew I lost her (Poem 1274)

Now I knew I lost her — Not that she was gone — But Remoteness travelled On her Face and Tongue. Alien, though adjoining As a Foreign Race — Traversed she though pausing Latitudeless Place. Elements Unaltered — Universe the same But Love's transmigration — Somehow this had...