All Poems
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The Sun and Fog contested
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun and Fog contested
The Government of Day --
The Sun took down his Yellow Whip
And drove the Fog away --
The Sun -- just touched the Morning
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun -- just touched the Morning --
The Morning -- Happy thing --
Supposed that He had come to dwell --
And Life would all be Spring!
The Summer that we did not prize,
© Emily Dickinson
The Summer that we did not prize,
Her treasures were so easy
Instructs us by departing now
And recognition lazy --
The Suburbs of a Secret
© Emily Dickinson
The Suburbs of a Secret
A Strategist should keep,
Better than on a Dream intrude
To scrutinize the Sleep.
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
© Emily Dickinson
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
His Countenance to see
Supports me like imperial Drams
Afforded Day by Day.
The stem of a departed Flower
© Emily Dickinson
The stem of a departed Flower
Has still a silent rank.
The Bearer from an Emerald Court
Of a Despatch of Pink.
The Stars are old, that stood for me --
© Emily Dickinson
The Stars are old, that stood for me --
The West a little worn --
Yet newer glows the only Gold
I ever cared to earn --
The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode --
© Emily Dickinson
The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode --
Below, the Body speaks,
But as the Spirit furnishes --
Apart, it never talks --
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.
© Emily Dickinson
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear.
We actually Hear
When We inspect -- that's audible --
That is admitted -- Here --
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
© Emily Dickinson
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
In unperceived Hands --
And dancing softly to Himself
His Yarn of Pearl -- unwinds --
The Soul's distinct connection
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul's distinct connection
With immortality
Is best disclosed by Danger
Or quick Calamity --
The Soul unto itself
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend --
Or the most agonizing Spy --
An Enemy -- could send --
The Soul that hath a Guest
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul that hath a Guest
Doth seldom go abroad --
Diviner Crowd at Home --
Obliterate the need --
The Soul should always stand ajar
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul should always stand ajar
That if the Heaven inquire
He will not be obliged to wait
Or shy of troubling Her
The Snow that never drifts --
© Emily Dickinson
The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
The smouldering embers blush --
© Emily Dickinson
The smouldering embers blush --
Oh Hearts within the Coal
Hast thou survived so many years?
The smouldering embers smile --
The Skies can't keep their secret!
© Emily Dickinson
The Skies can't keep their secret!
They tell it to the Hills --
The Hills just tell the Orchards --
And they -- the Daffodils!
The Show is not the Show
© Emily Dickinson
The Show is not the Show
But they that go --
Menagerie to me
My Neighbor be --
Fair Play --
Both went to see --
The Service without Hope --
© Emily Dickinson
The Service without Hope --
Is tenderest, I think --
Because 'tis unsustained
By stint -- Rewarded Work --
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook --
© Emily Dickinson
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook --
The Brook said "Let me grow" --
The Sea said "Then you will be a Sea --
I want a Brook -- Come now"!
