All Poems
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The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
© Emily Dickinson
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows, --
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night's delicious close.
The rainbow never tells me
© Emily Dickinson
The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by,
Yet is she more convincing
Than Philosophy.
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first --
© Emily Dickinson
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first --
And then -- Excuse from Pain --
And then -- those little Anodyness
That deaden suffering --
The earth has many keys,
© Emily Dickinson
The earth has many keys,
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature's fact.
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
© Emily Dickinson
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed --
Our lives are Swiss
© Emily Dickinson
Our lives are Swiss --
So still -- so Cool --
Till some odd afternoon
The Alps neglect their Curtains
And we look farther on!
My River runs to thee
© Emily Dickinson
My River runs to thee --
Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me?
My River wait reply --
Oh Sea -- look graciously --
My friend must be a Bird
© Emily Dickinson
My friend must be a Bird --
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Is it too late to touch you, Dear?
© Emily Dickinson
Is it too late to touch you, Dear?
We this moment knew --
Love Marine and Love terrene --
Love celestial too --
I took my power in my hand
© Emily Dickinson
I took my power in my hand
And went AGAINST the world
'Twas not so much as David had
But I was twice as bold
I met a King this afternoon!
© Emily Dickinson
I met a King this afternoon!
He had not on a Crown indeed,
A little Palmleaf Hat was all,
And he was barefoot, I'm afraid!
I had a guinea golden
© Emily Dickinson
I had a crimson Robin --
Who sang full many a day
But when the woods were painted,
He, too, did fly away --
I dwell in Possibility --
© Emily Dickinson
I dwell in Possibility --
A fairer House than Prose --
More numerous of Windows --
Superior -- for Doors --
Fame is a fickle food
© Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set.
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
© Emily Dickinson
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
A fundamental pause
Dilapidation's processes
Are organized Decays.
Could live -- did live
© Emily Dickinson
Could live -- did live --
Could die -- did die --
Could smile upon the whole
Through faith in one he met not,
To introduce his soul.
Behind Me -- dips Eternity --
© Emily Dickinson
Behind Me -- dips Eternity --
Before Me -- Immortality --
Myself -- the Term between --
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin --
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
© Emily Dickinson
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest
© Emily Dickinson
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest --
I've heard the Hunter tell --
'Tis but the Ecstasy of death --
And then the Brake is still!
