All Poems
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To hear an Oriole sing
© Emily Dickinson
To hear an Oriole sing
May be a common thing --
Or only a divine.
To hang our head -- ostensibly
© Emily Dickinson
To hang our head -- ostensibly --
And subsequent, to find
That such was not the posture
Of our immortal mind --
To flee from memory
© Emily Dickinson
To flee from memory
Had we the Wings
Many would fly
Inured to slower things
To fill a Gap
© Emily Dickinson
To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it --
Block it up
With Other -- and 'twill yawn the more --
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air.
To earn it by disdaining it
© Emily Dickinson
To earn it by disdaining it
Is Fame's consummate Fee --
He loves what spurns him --
Look behind -- He is pursuing thee.
To do a magnanimous thing
© Emily Dickinson
To do a magnanimous thing
And take oneself by surprise
If oneself is not in the habit of him
Is precisely the finest of Joys --
To disappear enhances --
© Emily Dickinson
To disappear enhances --
The Man that runs away
Is tinctured for an instant
With Immortality
To die -- without the Dying
© Emily Dickinson
To die -- without the Dying
And live -- without the Life
This is the hardest Miracle
Propounded to Belief.
To break so vast a Heart
© Emily Dickinson
To break so vast a Heart
Required a Blow as vast --
No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight --
'Twas undeserved Blast --
To be forgot by thee
© Emily Dickinson
To be forgot by thee
Surpasses Memory
Of other minds
The Heart cannot forget
Title divine -- is mine!
© Emily Dickinson
Title divine -- is mine!
The Wife -- without the Sign!
Acute Degree -- conferred on me --
Empress of Calvary!
Time's wily Chargers will not wait
© Emily Dickinson
Time's wily Chargers will not wait
At any Gate but Woe's --
But there -- so gloat to hesitate
They will not stir for blows --
Time feels so vast that were it not
© Emily Dickinson
Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity --
I fear me this Circumference
Engross my Finity --
Time does go on --
© Emily Dickinson
Time does go on --
I tell it gay to those who suffer now --
They shall survive --
There is a sun --
They don't believe it now --
Through what transports of Patience
© Emily Dickinson
Through what transports of Patience
I reached the stolid Bliss
To breathe my Blank without thee
Attest me this and this --
Through the strait pass of suffering --
© Emily Dickinson
Through the strait pass of suffering --
The Martyrs -- even -- trod.
Their feet -- upon Temptations --
Their faces -- upon God --
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her --
© Emily Dickinson
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her --
Some Disease had vext
'Twas with Text and Village Singing
I beheld Her next
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --
© Emily Dickinson
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --
Three times -- He would not go --
But strove to stir the lifeless Fan
The Waters -- strove to stay.
Though the great Waters sleep,
© Emily Dickinson
Though the great Waters sleep,
That they are still the Deep,
We cannot doubt --
No vacillating God
Ignited this Abode
To put it out --
Those who have been in the Grave the longest --
© Emily Dickinson
Those who have been in the Grave the longest --
Those who begin Today --
Equally perish from our Practise --
Death is the other way --
