All Poems

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I can wade Grief

© Emily Dickinson

I can wade Grief --
Whole Pools of it --
I'm used to that --
But the least push of Joy

I Came to buy a smile -- today

© Emily Dickinson

I Came to buy a smile -- today --
But just a single smile --
The smallest one upon your face
Will suit me just as well --

I bring an unaccustomed wine

© Emily Dickinson

I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching
Next to mine,
And summon them to drink;

I breathed enough to take the Trick

© Emily Dickinson

I breathed enough to take the Trick --
And now, removed from Air --
I simulate the Breath, so well --
That One, to be quite sure --

I bet with every Wind that blew

© Emily Dickinson

I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon --

I am ashamed -- I hide

© Emily Dickinson

I am ashamed -- I hide --
What right have I -- to be a Bride --
So late a Dowerless Girl --
Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face --
No one to teach me that new Grace --
Nor introduce -- my Soul --

I am afraid to own a Body --

© Emily Dickinson

I am afraid to own a Body --
I am afraid to own a Soul --
Profound -- precarious Property --
Possession, not optional --

How well I knew Her not

© Emily Dickinson

How well I knew Her not
Whom not to know has been
A Bounty in prospective, now
Next Door to mine the Pain.

How the Waters closed above Him

© Emily Dickinson

How the Waters closed above Him
We shall never know --
How He stretched His Anguish to us
That -- is covered too --

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset

© Emily Dickinson

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn --
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sun --

How still the Bells in Steeples stand

© Emily Dickinson

How still the Bells in Steeples stand
Till swollen with the Sky
They leap upon their silver Feet
In frantic Melody!

How slow the Wind --

© Emily Dickinson

How slow the Wind --
how slow the sea --
how late their Fathers be!

How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine

How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine --
I knew last night -- when someone tried to twine --
Thinking -- perhaps -- that I looked tired -- or alone --
Or breaking -- almost -- with unspoken pain --

How ruthless are the gentle --

© Emily Dickinson

How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind --

How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,

How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,
Until a sudden sky
Reveals the fact that One is rapt
Forever from the Eye --

How News must feel when travelling

How News must feel when travelling
If News have any Heart
Alighting at the Dwelling
'Twill enter like a Dart!

How much the present moment means

How much the present moment means
To those who've nothing more --
The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist --
Stake an entire store

How much of Source escapes with thee --

How much of Source escapes with thee --
How chief thy sessions be --
For thou hast borne a universe
Entirely away.

How many schemes may die

How many schemes may die
In one short Afternoon
Entirely unknown
To those they most concern --

How many Flowers fail in Wood

How many Flowers fail in Wood --
Or perish from the Hill --
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful --