All Poems
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The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot
© Emily Dickinson
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot --
No Power can untie
To stretch a little further
A Skein of Misery --
The Mind lives on the Heart
© Emily Dickinson
The Mind lives on the Heart
Like any Parasite --
If that is full of Meat
The Mind is fat.
The Merchant of the Picturesque
© Emily Dickinson
The Merchant of the Picturesque
A Counter has and sales
But is within or negative
Precisely as the calls --
The Manner of its Death
© Emily Dickinson
The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die --
'Tis deemed a privilege to choose --
'Twas Major Andre's Way --
The Malay -- took the Pearl
© Emily Dickinson
The Malay -- took the Pearl --
Not -- I -- the Earl --
I -- feared the Sea -- too much
Unsanctified -- to touch --
The Luxury to apprehend
© Emily Dickinson
The Luxury to apprehend
The Luxury 'twould be
To look at Thee a single time
An Epicure of Me
The Love a Life can show Below
© Emily Dickinson
The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon --
And smites the Tinder in the Sun --
And hinders Gabriel's Wing --
The look of thee, what is it like
© Emily Dickinson
The look of thee, what is it like
Hast thou a hand or Foot
Or Mansion of Identity
And what is thy Pursuit?
The long sigh of the Frog
© Emily Dickinson
The long sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer's Day
Enacts intoxication
Upon the Revery --
The lonesome for they know not What
© Emily Dickinson
The lonesome for they know not What --
The Eastern Exiles -- be --
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday --
The Loneliness One dare not sound --
© Emily Dickinson
The Loneliness One dare not sound --
And would as soon surmise
As in its Grave go plumbing
To ascertain the size --
The Lilac is an ancient shrub
© Emily Dickinson
The Lilac is an ancient shrub
But ancienter than that
The Firmamental Lilac
Upon the Hill tonight --
The Lightning playeth -- all the while --
© Emily Dickinson
The Lightning playeth -- all the while --
But when He singeth -- then --
Ourselves are conscious He exist --
And we approach Him -- stern --
The Lightning is a yellow Fork
© Emily Dickinson
The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery
The Life we have is very great.
© Emily Dickinson
The Life we have is very great.
The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity.
The Leaves like Women interchange
© Emily Dickinson
The Leaves like Women interchange
Exclusive Confidence --
Somewhat of nods and somewhat
Portentous inference.
The last of Summer is Delight --
© Emily Dickinson
The last of Summer is Delight --
Deterred by Retrospect.
'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review --
Enchantment's Syndicate.
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
© Emily Dickinson
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force
They are the spirit's still vacation
That him refresh --
The Dreams consolidate in action --
What mettle fair
The Lamp burns sure -- within
© Emily Dickinson
The Lamp burns sure -- within --
Tho' Serfs -- supply the Oil --
It matters not the busy Wick --
At her phosphoric toil!
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
© Emily Dickinson
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals --
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize
