All Poems
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To their apartment deep
© Emily Dickinson
To their apartment deep
No ribaldry may creep
Untumbled this abode
By any man but God --
To the stanch Dust
© Emily Dickinson
To the stanch Dust
We safe commit thee --
Tongue if it hath,
Inviolate to thee --
To the bright east she flies,
© Emily Dickinson
To the bright east she flies,
Brothers of Paradise
Remit her home,
Without a change of wings,
Or Love's convenient things,
Enticed to come.
To tell the Beauty would decrease
© Emily Dickinson
To tell the Beauty would decrease
To state the Spell demean --
There is a syllable-less Sea
Of which it is the sign --
To see her is a Picture --
© Emily Dickinson
To see her is a Picture --
To hear her is a Tune --
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June --
To put this World down, like a Bundle --
© Emily Dickinson
To put this World down, like a Bundle --
And walk steady, away,
Requires Energy -- possibly Agony --
'Tis the Scarlet way
To pile like Thunder to its close
© Emily Dickinson
To pile like Thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This -- would be Poetry --
To own the Art within the Soul
© Emily Dickinson
To own the Art within the Soul
The Soul to entertain
With Silence as a Company
And Festival maintain
To own a Susan of my own
© Emily Dickinson
To own a Susan of my own
Is of itself a Bliss --
Whatever Realm I forfeit, Lord,
Continue me in this!
To One denied the drink
© Emily Dickinson
To One denied the drink
To tell what Water is
Would be acuter, would it not
Than letting Him surmise?
To offer brave assistance
© Emily Dickinson
To offer brave assistance
To Lives that stand alone --
When One has failed to stop them --
Is Human -- but Divine
To my small Hearth His fire came --
© Emily Dickinson
To my small Hearth His fire came --
And all my House aglow
Did fan and rock, with sudden light --
'Twas Sunrise -- 'twas the Sky --
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred --
© Emily Dickinson
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred --
The Bushes -- they were Bells --
I could not find a Privacy
From Nature's sentinels --
To make One's Toilette -- after Death
© Emily Dickinson
To make One's Toilette -- after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still --
To love thee Year by Year
© Emily Dickinson
To love thee Year by Year --
May less appear
Than sacrifice, and cease --
However, dear,
Forever might be short, I thought to show --
And so I pieced it, with a flower, now.
To lose one's faith -- surpass
© Emily Dickinson
To lose one's faith -- surpass
The loss of an Estate --
Because Estates can be
Replenished -- faith cannot --
To learn the Transport by the Pain
© Emily Dickinson
To learn the Transport by the Pain
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst -- suspecting
That Brooks in Meadows run!
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
© Emily Dickinson
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere --
And even when the Snow
To his simplicity
© Emily Dickinson
To his simplicity
To die -- was little Fate --
If Duty live -- contented
But her Confederate.
To her derided Home
© Emily Dickinson
Of Bliss the Codes are few --
As Jesus cites of Him --
"Come unto me" the moiety
That wafts the Seraphim --
