All Poems
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A Solemn thing within the Soul
© Emily Dickinson
A Solemn thing within the Soul
To feel itself get ripe --
And golden hang -- while farther up --
The Maker's Ladders stop --
And in the Orchard far below --
You hear a Being -- drop --
A solemn thing -- it was -- I said
© Emily Dickinson
A solemn thing -- it was -- I said --
A woman -- white -- to be --
And wear -- if God should count me fit --
Her blameless mystery --
A soft Sea washed around the House
© Emily Dickinson
A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care --
A Sloop of Amber slips away
© Emily Dickinson
A Sloop of Amber slips away
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,
The Son of Ecstasy --
A single Clover Plank
© Emily Dickinson
A single Clover Plank
Was all that saved a Bee
A Bee I personally knew
From sinking in the sky --
A Sickness of this World it most occasions
© Emily Dickinson
A Sickness of this World it most occasions
When Best Men die.
A Wishfulness their far Condition
To occupy.
A Shade upon the mind there passes
© Emily Dickinson
A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
A science -- so the Savants say,
© Emily Dickinson
A science -- so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy" --
By which a single bone --
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold,
Else perished in the stone --
A Saucer holds a Cup
© Emily Dickinson
A Saucer holds a Cup
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel's estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf.
A Rat surrendered here
© Emily Dickinson
A Rat surrendered here
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay --
© Emily Dickinson
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay --
Bold as a Bailiff's Hymn --
Brittle and Brief in quality --
Warrant in every line --
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis
© Emily Dickinson
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis --
To meet an Antique Book --
In just the Dress his Century wore --
A privilege -- I think --
A Planted Life -- diversified
© Emily Dickinson
A Planted Life -- diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles -- 'tis when
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
© Emily Dickinson
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,
And yet a Pit --
With Heaven over it.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
© Emily Dickinson
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
In contrast with the things that sing
Not Birds entirely -- but Minds --
Minute Effulgencies and Winds --
A Night -- there lay the Days between
© Emily Dickinson
A Night -- there lay the Days between --
The Day that was Before --
And Day that was Behind -- were one --
And now -- 'twas Night -- was here --
A nearness to Tremendousness --
© Emily Dickinson
A nearness to Tremendousness --
An Agony procures --
Affliction ranges Boundlessness --
Vicinity to Laws
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note
© Emily Dickinson
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note --
Not loud enough -- for Wind --
A Star -- not far enough to seek --
Nor near enough -- to find --
A Moth the hue of this
© Emily Dickinson
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
A Mine there is no Man would own
© Emily Dickinson
A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside --
