All Poems
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Great Caesar! Condescend
© Emily Dickinson
Great Caesar! Condescend
The Daisy, to receive,
Gathered by Cato's Daughter,
With your majestic leave!
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
© Emily Dickinson
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
Better, to be found,
If one care to, that is,
The Fox fits the Hound --
God made no act without a cause,
© Emily Dickinson
God made no act without a cause,
Nor heart without an aim,
Our inference is premature,
Our premises to blame.
God made a little Gentian
© Emily Dickinson
God made a little Gentian --
It tried -- to be a Rose --
And failed -- and all the Summer laughed --
But just before the Snows
Go thy great way!
© Emily Dickinson
Go thy great way!
The Stars thou meetst
Are even as Thyself --
For what are Stars but Asterisks
To point a human Life?
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
© Emily Dickinson
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
Upon his rare approach --
Go rapid, lest Competing Death
Prevail upon the Coach --
Go not too near a House of Rose --
© Emily Dickinson
Go not too near a House of Rose --
The depredation of a Breeze --
Or inundation of a Dew
Alarms its walls away --
Glowing is her Bonnet,
© Emily Dickinson
Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
Glory is that bright tragic thing
© Emily Dickinson
Glory is that bright tragic thing
That for an instant
Means Dominion --
Warms some poor name
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril
© Emily Dickinson
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood --
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road --
Given in Marriage unto Thee
© Emily Dickinson
Given in Marriage unto Thee
Oh thou Celestial Host --
Bride of the Father and the Son
Bride of the Holy Ghost.
Give little Anguish
© Emily Dickinson
Give little Anguish --
Lives will fret --
Give Avalanches --
And they'll slant --
Gathered into the Earth,
© Emily Dickinson
Gathered into the Earth,
And out of story --
Gathered so that strange Fame --
That lonesome Glory
That hath no omen here -- but Awe --
Further in Summer than the Birds
© Emily Dickinson
Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive Mass.
Funny -- to be a Century
© Emily Dickinson
Funny -- to be a Century --
And see the People -- going by --
I -- should die of the Oddity --
But then -- I'm not so staid -- as He --
From Us She wandered now a Year,
© Emily Dickinson
From Us She wandered now a Year,
Her tarrying, unknown,
If Wilderness prevent her feet
Or that Ethereal Zone
From his slim Palace in the Dust
© Emily Dickinson
From his slim Palace in the Dust
He relegates the Realm,
More loyal for the exody
That has befallen him.
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
© Emily Dickinson
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
Emerged -- a Summer Afternoon --
Repairing Everywhere --
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls
© Emily Dickinson
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls
Ecstatically leap --
Beloved only Afternoon
That Prison doesn't keep
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face --
© Emily Dickinson
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face --
Frigid and fleet my Feet --
Alien and vain whatever Clime
Acrid whatever Fate.
