All Poems
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There is a Languor of the Life
© Emily Dickinson
There is a Languor of the Life
More imminent than Pain --
'Tis Pain's Successor -- When the Soul
Has suffered all it can --
There is a flower that Bees prefer
© Emily Dickinson
There is a flower that Bees prefer --
And Butterflies -- desire --
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird -- aspire --
There comes an hour when begging stops,
© Emily Dickinson
There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
"Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword
Than from a disappointing God
"Disciple, call again."
There comes a warning like a spy
© Emily Dickinson
There comes a warning like a spy
A shorter breath of Day
A stealing that is not a stealth
And Summers are away --
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight
© Emily Dickinson
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight --
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground --
Themself are all I have --
© Emily Dickinson
Themself are all I have --
Myself a freckled -- be --
I thought you'd choose a Velvet Cheek
Or one of Ivory --
Would you -- instead of Me?
Their Height in Heaven comforts not --
© Emily Dickinson
Their Height in Heaven comforts not --
Their Glory -- nought to me --
'Twas best imperfect -- as it was --
I'm finite -- I can't see --
Their dappled importunity
© Emily Dickinson
Their dappled importunity
Disparage or dismiss --
The Obloquies of Etiquette
Are obsolete to Bliss --
Their Barricade against the Sky
© Emily Dickinson
Their Barricade against the Sky
The martial Trees withdraw
And with a Flag at every turn
Their Armies are no more.
The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous --
© Emily Dickinson
The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous --
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers -- when a Boy --
And Tinder -- guessed -- by power
The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me
© Emily Dickinson
The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me --
Since I was wed -- to Him --
A modesty befits the soul
That bears another's -- name --
The World -- feels Dusty
© Emily Dickinson
The World -- feels Dusty
When We stop to Die --
We want the Dew -- then --
Honors -- taste dry --
The Winters are so short
© Emily Dickinson
The Winters are so short --
I'm hardly justified
In sending all the Birds away --
And moving into Pod --
The Wind took up the Northern Things
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind took up the Northern Things
And piled them in the south --
Then gave the East unto the West
And opening his mouth
The wind drew off
© Emily Dickinson
The wind drew off
Like hungry dogs
Defeated of a bone --
Through fissures in
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today --
Further than that --
Nor stop to play with the Hay --
Nor joggle a Hat --
He's a transitive fellow -- very --
Rely on that --
The Well upon the Brook
© Emily Dickinson
The Well upon the Brook
Were foolish to depend --
Let Brooks -- renew of Brooks --
But Wells -- of failless Ground!
The Way to know the Bobolink
© Emily Dickinson
The Way to know the Bobolink
From every other Bird
Precisely as the Joy of him --
Obliged to be inferred.
The Way I read a Letter's -- this --
© Emily Dickinson
The Way I read a Letter's -- this --
'Tis first -- I lock the Door --
And push it with my fingers -- next --
For transport it be sure --
The way Hope builds his House
© Emily Dickinson
The way Hope builds his House
It is not with a sill --
Nor Rafter -- has that Edifice
But only Pinnacle --
