All Poems
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At Half past Three, a single Bird
© Emily Dickinson
At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
© Emily Dickinson
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!
'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the Corn,
When I was carried by the Farms --
It had the Tassels on --
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
© Emily Dickinson
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
And Violets are done --
When Bumblebees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the Sun --
The only Ghost I ever saw
© Emily Dickinson
The only Ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in Mechlin -- so --
He wore no sandal on his foot --
And stepped like flakes of snow --
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
© Emily Dickinson
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago --
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below --
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
© Emily Dickinson
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
It cannot recollect
When it begun -- or if there were
A time when it was not --
I measure every Grief I meet
© Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes --
I wonder if It weighs like Mine --
Or has an Easier size.
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge
© Emily Dickinson
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge
Supporting what We see
Unto the Scene that We do not --
Too slender for the eye
Death sets a Thing significant
© Emily Dickinson
Death sets a Thing significant
The Eye had hurried by
Except a perished Creature
Entreat us tenderly
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
© Emily Dickinson
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps --
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Baffled for just a day or two
© Emily Dickinson
Baffled for just a day or two --
Embarrassed -- not afraid --
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid.
Angels, in the early morning
© Emily Dickinson
Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping -- plucking -- smiling -- flying --
Do the Buds to them belong?
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree --
Provided it do hopeless -- hang --
That -- "Heaven" is -- to Me!
That after Horror -- that 'twas us
© Emily Dickinson
That after Horror -- that 'twas us --
That passed the mouldering Pier --
Just as the Granite Crumb let go --
Our Savior, by a Hair --
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms
© Emily Dickinson
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms --
And leaves the Shreds behind --
Oh Housewife in the Evening West --
Come back, and dust the Pond!
She died -- this was the way she died.
© Emily Dickinson
She died -- this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
My wheel is in the dark!
© Emily Dickinson
My wheel is in the dark!
I cannot see a spoke
Yet know its dripping feet
Go round and round.
It's all I have to bring today
© Emily Dickinson
It's all I have to bring today --
This, and my heart beside --
This, and my heart, and all the fields --
And all the meadows wide --
I never told the buried gold
© Emily Dickinson
I never told the buried gold
Upon the hill -- that lies --
I saw the sun -- his plunder done
Crouch low to guard his prize.
