Poems by Emily Dickinson
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes
... These -- are the Western Mystery!Night after Night ...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
... To Him, it would be Death --And so I bear it big about ...
This heart that broke so long
... Give gently to the dead --Hound cannot overtake the Hare ...
This was in the White of the Year --
... As Daisies now to be seen --Looking back is best that is left ...
Those -- dying then,
... And God cannot be found --The abdication of Belief ...
To be alive -- is Power --
... Omnipotence -- Enough --To be alive -- and Will! ...
To die -- takes just a little while
... And then -- it's out of sight --A darker Ribbon -- for a Day -- ...
To help our Bleaker Parts
... Which if they do not fir for Earth ...
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain
... But then, I had the dew!The Caspian has its realms of sand, ...
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
... To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, ...
To make Routine a Stimulus
... To make Routine a Stimulus ...
To mend each tattered Faith
... 'Tis threaded in the Air --And though it do not wear ...
To undertake is to achieve
... And toward encouragementThat fine Suspicion, Natures must ...
Too happy Time dissolves itself
... 'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath ...
Two butterflies went out at Noon --
... Their coming, mentioned -- be --If spoken by the distant Bird -- ...
