Poems by Emily Dickinson
I took one Draught of Life --
... Then handed me my Being's worth -- ...
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
... Of Death's tremendous nearness --I probed Retrieverless things ...
I was a Phoebe -- nothing more --
... I fitted into place --I dwelt too low that any seek -- ...
I was the slightest in the House
... The Racket shamed me so --And if it had not been so far -- ...
I watched the Moon around the House
... She vaulted out of Gaze --And next -- I met her on a Cloud -- ...
I watcher her face to see which way
... Remained a few slow years with us -- ...
I went to thank Her
... That Travellers -- had thrown --Who went to thank Her -- ...
I'd rather recollect a setting
... Though one is beautiful forgetting -- ...
I'll clutch -- and clutch
... But stars -- go slow -- for night --I'll string you -- in fine Necklace -- ...
I'll send the feather from my Hat!
... Confronting eyes long -- comforted -- ...
I'm saying every day
... To qualify --Put from my simple speech all plain word -- ...
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!
... Nor will I, the little Heart's Ease -- ...
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb --
... I've still a chance to strainTo Being, somewhere -- Motion -- Breath -- ...
I've got an arrow here.
... Fell, they will say, in "skirmish"! ...
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
... Yet held my breath, the while --And risen up -- and gone away, ...
