All Poems
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Most she touched me by her muteness --
© Emily Dickinson
Most she touched me by her muteness --
Most she won me by the way
She presented her small figure --
Plea itself -- for Charity --
Morning that comes but once,
© Emily Dickinson
Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice --
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.
Morning is due to all --
© Emily Dickinson
Morning is due to all --
To some -- the Night --
To an imperial few --
The Auroral light.
Morning -- is the place for Dew
© Emily Dickinson
Morning -- is the place for Dew --
Corn -- is made at Noon --
After dinner light -- for flowers --
Dukes -- for Setting Sun!
More Life -- went out -- when He went
© Emily Dickinson
More Life -- went out -- when He went
Than Ordinary Breath --
Lit with a finer Phosphor --
Requiring in the Quench --
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
© Emily Dickinson
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
Mine -- by the Royal Seal!
Mine -- by the Sign in the Scarlet prison --
Bars -- cannot conceal!
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
© Emily Dickinson
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
A full, and perfect time --
The Summer closed upon itself
In Consummated Bloom --
Me, change! Me, alter!
© Emily Dickinson
Me, change! Me, alter!
Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill
A Smaller Purple grows --
At sunset, or a lesser glow
Flickers upon Cordillera --
At Day's superior close!
Me from Myself -- to banish --
© Emily Dickinson
Me from Myself -- to banish --
Had I Art --
Impregnable my Fortress
Unto All Heart --
Me -- come! My dazzled face
© Emily Dickinson
Me -- come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me -- hear! My foreign Ear
The sounds of Welcome -- there!
March is the Month of Expectation.
© Emily Dickinson
March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
Many cross the Rhine
© Emily Dickinson
Many cross the Rhine
In this cup of mine.
Sip old Frankfort air
From my brown Cigar.
Mama never forgets her birds,
© Emily Dickinson
Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tree --
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
Make me a picture of the sun
© Emily Dickinson
Make me a picture of the sun --
So I can hang it in my room --
And make believe I'm getting warm
When others call it "Day"!
Luck is not chance --
© Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance --
It's Toil --
Fortune's expensive smile
Is earned --
Low at my problem bending,
© Emily Dickinson
Low at my problem bending,
Another problem comes --
Larger than mine -- Serener --
Involving statelier sums.
Love reckons by itself -- alone --
© Emily Dickinson
Love reckons by itself -- alone --
"As large as I" -- relate the Sun
To One who never felt it blaze --
Itself is all the like it has --
Love is done when Love's begun,
© Emily Dickinson
Love is done when Love's begun,
Sages say,
But have Sages known?
Truth adjourn your Boon
Without Day.
Love can do all but raise the Dead
© Emily Dickinson
Love can do all but raise the Dead
I doubt if even that
From such a giant were withheld
Were flesh equivalent
Love -- thou art high
© Emily Dickinson
Love -- thou art high --
I cannot climb thee --
But, were it Two --
Who know but we --
Taking turns -- at the Chimborazo --
Ducal -- at last -- stand up by thee --
