All Poems
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Only a Shrine, but Mine --
© Emily Dickinson
Only a Shrine, but Mine --
I made the Taper shine --
Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come,
Regard a Nun --
One thing of it we borrow
© Emily Dickinson
One thing of it we borrow
And promise to return --
The Booty and the Sorrow
Its Sweetness to have known --
One of the ones that Midas touched
© Emily Dickinson
One of the ones that Midas touched
Who failed to touch us all
Was that confiding Prodigal
The reeling Oriole --
One Joy of so much anguish
© Emily Dickinson
One Joy of so much anguish
Sweet nature has for me
I shun it as I do Despair
Or dear iniquity --
One dignity delays for all
© Emily Dickinson
One dignity delays for all --
One mitred Afternoon --
None can avoid this purple --
None evade this Crown!
One Day is there of the Series
© Emily Dickinson
One Day is there of the Series
Termed Thanksgiving Day.
Celebrated part at Table
Part in Memory.
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only --
© Emily Dickinson
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only --
How many be
Is not affirmed of Mathematics --
Or History --
One crown that no one seeks
© Emily Dickinson
One crown that no one seeks
And yet the highest head
Its isolation coveted
Its stigma deified
One Blessing had I than the rest
© Emily Dickinson
One Blessing had I than the rest
So larger to my Eyes
That I stopped gauging -- satisfied --
For this enchanted size --
One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
© Emily Dickinson
One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
A Minor thing -- it sounds --
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds
One and One -- are One --
© Emily Dickinson
One and One -- are One --
Two -- be finished using --
Well enough for Schools --
But for Minor Choosing --
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
© Emily Dickinson
On this long storm the Rainbow rose --
On this late Morn -- the Sun --
The clouds -- like listless Elephants --
Horizons -- straggled down --
On the World you colored
© Emily Dickinson
On the World you colored
Morning painted rose --
Idle his Vermillion
Aimlessly crept the Glows
On that specific Pillow
© Emily Dickinson
On that specific Pillow
Our projects flit away --
The Night's tremendous Morrow
And whether sleep will stay
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
© Emily Dickinson
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
Yet precious as the House
In which We first experienced Light
The Witnessing, to Us --
On my volcano grows the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot --
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought --
Oh what a Grace is this,
© Emily Dickinson
Oh what a Grace is this,
What Majesties of Peace,
That having breathed
The fine -- ensuing Right
Without Diminuet Proceed!
Oh Sumptuous moment
© Emily Dickinson
Oh Sumptuous moment
Slower go
That I may gloat on thee --
'Twill never be the same to starve
Now I abundance see --
Oh Shadow on the Grass,
© Emily Dickinson
Oh Shadow on the Grass,
Art thou a Step or not?
Go make thee fair my Candidate
My nominated Heart --
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet
© Emily Dickinson
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet
With Artery and Vein --
Upon its fastened Lips lay words --
Affiance it again
