Car poems
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How much the present moment means
© Emily Dickinson
How much the present moment means
To those who've nothing more --
The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist --
Stake an entire store
His mind of man, a secret makes
© Emily Dickinson
His mind of man, a secret makes
I meet him with a start
He carries a circumference
In which I have no part --
High from the earth I heard a bird,
© Emily Dickinson
High from the earth I heard a bird,
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
© Emily Dickinson
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
Came the Darker Way --
Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- too --
But for Holiday
Her final Summer was it --
© Emily Dickinson
Her final Summer was it --
And yet We guessed it not --
If tenderer industriousness
Pervaded Her, We thought
He was weak, and I was strong -- then
© Emily Dickinson
He was weak, and I was strong -- then --
So He let me lead him in --
I was weak, and He was strong then --
So I let him lead me -- Home.
He scanned it -- staggered --
© Emily Dickinson
He scanned it -- staggered --
Dropped the Loop
To Past or Period --
Caught helpless at a sense as if
His Mind were going blind --
He found my Being -- set it up --
© Emily Dickinson
He found my Being -- set it up --
Adjusted it to place --
Then carved his name -- upon it --
And bade it to the East
Have any like Myself
© Emily Dickinson
Have any like Myself
Investigating March,
New Houses on the Hill descried --
And possibly a Church --
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
© Emily Dickinson
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
Better, to be found,
If one care to, that is,
The Fox fits the Hound --
Endanger it, and the Demand
© Emily Dickinson
Endanger it, and the Demand
Of tickets for a sigh
Amazes the Humility
Of Credibility --
Color -- Caste -- Denomination --
© Emily Dickinson
Color -- Caste -- Denomination --
These -- are Time's Affair --
Death's diviner Classifying
Does not know they are --
But little Carmine hath her face --
© Emily Dickinson
But little Carmine hath her face --
Of Emerald scant -- her Gown --
Her Beauty -- is the love she doth --
Itself -- exhibit -- Mine --
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 --
Again -- his voice is at the door --
© Emily Dickinson
Again -- his voice is at the door --
I feel the old Degree --
I hear him ask the servant
For such an one -- as me --
After the Sun comes out
© Emily Dickinson
After the Sun comes out
How it alters the World --
Waggons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old --
A Word dropped careless on a Page
© Emily Dickinson
A Word dropped careless on a Page
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
A Visitor in Marl
© Emily Dickinson
A Visitor in Marl --
Who influences Flowers --
Till they are orderly as Busts --
And Elegant -- as Glass --
A something in a summer's Day
© Emily Dickinson
A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
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 --
