All Poems
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Whose are the little beds, I asked
© Emily Dickinson
Whose are the little beds, I asked
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others smiled --
And no one made reply.
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red --
© Emily Dickinson
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red --
And Crews -- of solid Blood --
Did place upon the West -- Tonight --
As 'twere specific Ground --
Whoever disenchants
© Emily Dickinson
Whoever disenchants
A single Human soul
By failure of irreverence
Is guilty of the whole.
Who were "the Father and the Son"
© Emily Dickinson
Who were "the Father and the Son"
We pondered when a child,
And what had they to do with us
And when portentous told
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
© Emily Dickinson
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
The Countenance 'twould be.
Who guess at seeing, guess at loss
Of the Ability.
Who occupies this House?
© Emily Dickinson
Who occupies this House?
A Stranger I must judge
Since No one know His Circumstance --
'Tis well the name and age
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
© Emily Dickinson
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown --
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine --
Who is the East?
© Emily Dickinson
Who is the East?
The Yellow Man
Who may be Purple if He can
That carries in the Sun.
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights --
© Emily Dickinson
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights --
With plain inspecting face --
"Did you" or "Did you not," to ask --
'Tis "Conscience" -- Childhood's Nurse --
Who has not found the Heaven -- below --
© Emily Dickinson
Who has not found the Heaven -- below --
Will fail of it above --
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove --
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
© Emily Dickinson
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Or find the Banquet mean --
The Table is not laid without
Till it is laid within.
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
© Emily Dickinson
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
Are incomplete, and shy --
For Greatness, that is ill at ease
In minor Company --
Who Court obtain within Himself
© Emily Dickinson
Who Court obtain within Himself
Sees every Man a King --
And Poverty of Monarchy
Is an interior thing --
Who abdicated Ambush
© Emily Dickinson
Who abdicated Ambush
And went the way of Dusk,
And now against his subtle Name
There stands an Asterisk
White as an Indian Pipe
© Emily Dickinson
White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour --
While we were fearing it, it came --
© Emily Dickinson
While we were fearing it, it came --
But came with less of fear
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it fair --
While it is alive
© Emily Dickinson
While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare --
While Asters
© Emily Dickinson
While Asters --
On the Hill --
Their Everlasting fashions -- set --
And Covenant Gentians -- Frill!
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
© Emily Dickinson
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Neither -- said the Moon --
That is best which is not -- Achieve it --
You efface the Sheen.
Whether they have forgotten
© Emily Dickinson
Whether they have forgotten
Or are forgetting now
Or never remembered --
Safer not to know --
