All Poems
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Like eyes that looked on Wastes
© Emily Dickinson
Like eyes that looked on Wastes --
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank -- and steady Wilderness --
Diversified by Night --
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
© Emily Dickinson
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
By an Auroral stain
But so adjust my daily Night
That it will come again.
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
© Emily Dickinson
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
When sweet incarcerated here
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea
© Emily Dickinson
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea.
My Caspian -- thee.
It's such a little thing to weep
© Emily Dickinson
It's such a little thing to weep --
So short a thing to sigh --
And yet -- by Trades -- the size of these
We men and women die!
It was too late for Man --
© Emily Dickinson
It was too late for Man --
But early, yet, for God --
Creation -- impotent to help --
But Prayer -- remained -- Our Side --
It might be lonelier
© Emily Dickinson
It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness --
I'm so accustomed to my Fate --
Perhaps the Other -- Peace --
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
© Emily Dickinson
It is easy to work when the soul is at play --
But when the soul is in pain --
The hearing him put his playthings up
Makes work difficult -- then --
It feels a shame to be Alive
© Emily Dickinson
It feels a shame to be Alive --
When Men so brave -- are dead --
One envies the Distinguished Dust --
Permitted -- such a Head --
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did
© Emily Dickinson
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did --
I run it over -- "Dead", Brain, "Dead."
Put it in Latin -- left of my school --
Seems it don't shriek so -- under rule.
It did not surprise me
© Emily Dickinson
It did not surprise me --
So I said -- or thought --
She will stir her pinions
And the nest forgot,
Inconceivably solemn!
© Emily Dickinson
Inconceivably solemn!
Things go gay
Pierce -- by the very Press
Of Imagery --
In Winter in my Room
© Emily Dickinson
The very string with which
I tied him -- too
When he was mean and new
That string was there --
In snow thou comest --
© Emily Dickinson
In snow thou comest --
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee's advancing sound.
In rags mysterious as these
© Emily Dickinson
In rags mysterious as these
The shining Courtiers go --
Veiling the purple, and the plumes --
Veiling the ermine so.
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
© Emily Dickinson
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
To reverently peer,
Wiping away the velvet dust
Summers have sprinkled there!
If pain for peace prepares
© Emily Dickinson
If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
© Emily Dickinson
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
I'm sure, at many a whim
Of Her eccentric Family --
Is She so much to blame?
If I should cease to bring a Rose
© Emily Dickinson
If I should cease to bring a Rose
Upon a festal day,
'Twill be because beyond the Rose
I have been called away --
