All Poems
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Before He comes we weigh the Time!
© Emily Dickinson
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
'Tis Heavy and 'tis Light.
When He depart, an Emptiness
Is the prevailing Freight.
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles --
© Emily Dickinson
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles --
Buccaneers of Buzz.
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz.
Because the Bee may blameless hum
© Emily Dickinson
Because the Bee may blameless hum
For Thee a Bee do I become
List even unto Me.
Because that you are going
© Emily Dickinson
Because that you are going
And never coming back
And I, however absolute,
May overlook your Track --
Because my Brook is fluent
© Emily Dickinson
Because my Brook is fluent
I know 'tis dry --
Because my Brook is silent
It is the Sea --
Because He loves Her
© Emily Dickinson
Because He loves Her
We will pry and see if she is fair
What difference is on her Face
From Features others wear.
Because 'twas Riches I could own,
© Emily Dickinson
Because 'twas Riches I could own,
Myself had earned it -- Me,
I knew the Dollars by their names --
It feels like Poverty
Beauty crowds me till I die
© Emily Dickinson
Beauty crowds me till I die
Beauty mercy have on me
But if I expire today
Let it be in sight of thee --
Banish Air from Air --
© Emily Dickinson
Banish Air from Air --
Divide Light if you dare --
They'll meet
While Cubes in a Drop
Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee
© Emily Dickinson
Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee
He shall not take thy Hand
Nor put his spacious arm around thee
That none can understand
Away from Home are some and I --
© Emily Dickinson
Away from Home are some and I --
An Emigrant to be
In a Metropolis of Homes
Is easy, possibly --
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --
© Emily Dickinson
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --
Dyes -- said He -- have I --
Could disparage a Flamingo --
Show Me them -- said I --
Aurora is the effort
© Emily Dickinson
Aurora is the effort
Of the Celestial Face
Unconsciousness of Perfectness
To simulate, to Us.
At leisure is the Soul
© Emily Dickinson
At leisure is the Soul
That gets a Staggering Blow --
The Width of Life -- before it spreads
Without a thing to do --
At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left --
© Emily Dickinson
At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left --
Oh Jesus -- in the Air --
I know not which thy chamber is --
I'm knocking -- everywhere --
At last, to be identified!
© Emily Dickinson
At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!
Ashes denote that Fire was --
© Emily Dickinson
Ashes denote that Fire was --
Revere the Grayest Pile
For the Departed Creature's sake
That hovered there awhile --
As willing lid o'er weary eye
© Emily Dickinson
As willing lid o'er weary eye
The Evening on the Day leans
Till of all our nature's House
Remains but Balcony
As we pass Houses musing slow
© Emily Dickinson
As we pass Houses musing slow
If they be occupied
So minds pass minds
If they be occupied
