All Poems

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Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --

© Emily Dickinson

Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
Cashmere -- or Calvary -- the same --
Degree -- or Shame --
I scarce esteem Location's Name --
So I may Come --

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Where Roses would not dare to go,

© Emily Dickinson

Where Roses would not dare to go,
What Heart would risk the way --
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To sound the Enemy --

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Where every bird is bold to go

© Emily Dickinson

Where every bird is bold to go
And bees abashless play,
The foreigner before he knocks
Must thrust the tears away.

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When we stand on the tops of Things

© Emily Dickinson

When we stand on the tops of Things --
And like the Trees, look down --
The smoke all cleared away from it --
And Mirrors on the scene --

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When we have ceased to care

© Emily Dickinson

When we have ceased to care
The Gift is given
For which we gave the Earth
And mortgaged Heaven

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When they come back -- if Blossoms do --

© Emily Dickinson

When they come back -- if Blossoms do --
I always feel a doubt
If Blossoms can be born again
When once the Art is out --

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When the Astronomer stops seeking

© Emily Dickinson

When the Astronomer stops seeking
For his Pleiad's Face --
When the lone British Lady
Forsakes the Arctic Race

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When One has given up One's life

© Emily Dickinson

When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West

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When Night is almost done

© Emily Dickinson

When Night is almost done --
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces --
It's time to smooth the Hair --

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When Memory is full

© Emily Dickinson

When Memory is full
Put on the perfect Lid --
This Morning's finest syllable
Presumptuous Evening said --

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When I was small, a Woman died --

© Emily Dickinson

When I was small, a Woman died --
Today -- her Only Boy
Went up from the Potomac --
His face all Victory

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When I hoped, I recollect

© Emily Dickinson

When I hoped, I recollect
Just the place I stood --
At a Window facing West --
Roughest Air -- was good --

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When I hoped I feared --

© Emily Dickinson

When I hoped I feared --
Since I hoped I dared
Everywhere alone
As a Church remain --

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When I have seen the Sun emerge

© Emily Dickinson

When I have seen the Sun emerge
From His amazing House --
And leave a Day at every Door
A Deed, in every place --

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When Etna basks and purrs

© Emily Dickinson

When Etna basks and purrs
Naples is more afraid
Than when she show her Garnet Tooth --
Security is loud --

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When Diamonds are a Legend,

© Emily Dickinson

When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems -- a Tale --
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,
Do sow, and Raise for sale --

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When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins

© Emily Dickinson

When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins
The Positive -- of Bells --
When Cogs -- stop -- that's Circumference --
The Ultimate -- of Wheels.

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When a Lover is a Beggar

© Emily Dickinson

When a Lover is a Beggar
Abject is his Knee --
When a Lover is an Owner
Different is he --

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Whatever it is -- she has tried it --

© Emily Dickinson

Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
Awful Father of Love --
Is not Ours the chastising --
Do not chastise the Dove --

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What would I give to see his face?

© Emily Dickinson

Then I have "shares" in Primrose "Banks" --
Daffodil Dowries -- spicy "Stocks" --
Dominions -- broad as Dew --
Bags of Doublons -- adventurous Bees
Brought me -- from firmamental seas --
And Purple -- from Peru --