All Poems
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Love -- is that later Thing than Death --
© Emily Dickinson
Love -- is that later Thing than Death --
More previous -- than Life --
Confirms it at its entrance -- And
Usurps it -- of itself --
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
© Emily Dickinson
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
He doubtless did his best --
How softly sinks that trembling sun
In Human Nature's West --
Longing is like the Seed
© Emily Dickinson
Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
Lives he in any other world
© Emily Dickinson
Lives he in any other world
My faith cannot reply
Before it was imperative
'Twas all distinct to me --
Like Time's insidious wrinkle
© Emily Dickinson
Like Time's insidious wrinkle
On a beloved Face
We clutch the Grace the tighter
Though we resent the crease
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
© Emily Dickinson
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done --
Seems Summer's Recollection
And the Affairs of June
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red
© Emily Dickinson
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red
At Bases of the Trees --
The far Theatricals of Day
Exhibiting -- to These --
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
© Emily Dickinson
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
Upon the Hills Today --
With here and there a mighty Bow
Or trailing Courtesy
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
© Emily Dickinson
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their -- low Brows --
Or Bees -- that thought the Summer's name
Some rumor of Delirium,
No Summer -- could -- for Them --
Like Brooms of Steel
© Emily Dickinson
Like Brooms of Steel
The Snow and Wind
Had swept the Winter Street --
The House was hooked
Lightly stepped a yellow star
© Emily Dickinson
Lightly stepped a yellow star
To its lofty place --
Loosed the Moon her silver hat
From her lustral Face --
Light is sufficient to itself --
© Emily Dickinson
Light is sufficient to itself --
If Others want to see
It can be had on Window Panes
Some Hours in the Day.
Lift it -- with the Feathers
© Emily Dickinson
Lift it -- with the Feathers
Not alone we fly --
Launch it -- the aquatic
Not the only sea --
Life, and Death, and Giants --
© Emily Dickinson
Life, and Death, and Giants --
Such as These -- are still --
Minor -- Apparatus -- Hopper of the Mill --
Beetle at the Candle --
Or a Fife's Fame --
Maintain -- by Accident that they proclaim --
Life -- is what we make of it --
© Emily Dickinson
Life -- is what we make of it --
Death -- we do not know --
Christ's acquaintance with Him
Justify Him -- though --
Let Us play Yesterday --
© Emily Dickinson
Let Us play Yesterday --
I -- the Girl at school --
You -- and Eternity -- the
Untold Tale --
Let my first Knowing be of thee
© Emily Dickinson
Let my first Knowing be of thee
With morning's warming Light --
And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns
Engulf thee in the night --
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,
© Emily Dickinson
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,
Nor beg, with Domains in my Pocket --
Let down the Bars, Oh Death --
© Emily Dickinson
Let down the Bars, Oh Death --
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat
Whose wandering is done --
Lest this be Heaven indeed
© Emily Dickinson
Lest this be Heaven indeed
An Obstacle is given
That always gauges a Degree
Between Ourself and Heaven.
