Poems begining by E
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Except the smaller size
© Emily Dickinson
Except the smaller size
No lives are round --
These -- hurry to a sphere
And show and end --
Except the Heaven had come so near
© Emily Dickinson
Except the Heaven had come so near --
So seemed to choose My Door --
The Distance would not haunt me so --
I had not hoped -- before --
Estranged from Beauty -- none can be --
© Emily Dickinson
Estranged from Beauty -- none can be --
For Beauty is Infinity --
And power to be finite ceased
Before Identity was leased.
Essential Oils -- are wrung --
© Emily Dickinson
Essential Oils -- are wrung --
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns -- alone --
It is the gift of Screws --
Escaping backward to perceive
© Emily Dickinson
Escaping backward to perceive
The Sea upon our place --
Escaping forward, to confront
His glittering Embrace --
Escape is such a thankful Word
© Emily Dickinson
Escape is such a thankful Word
I often in the Night
Consider it unto myself
No spectacle in sight
Endow the Living -- with the Tears --
© Emily Dickinson
Endow the Living -- with the Tears --
You squander on the Dead,
And They were Men and Women -- now,
Around Your Fireside --
Ended, ere it begun --
© Emily Dickinson
Ended, ere it begun --
The Title was scarcely told
When the Preface perished from Consciousness
The Story, unrevealed --
Endanger it, and the Demand
© Emily Dickinson
Endanger it, and the Demand
Of tickets for a sigh
Amazes the Humility
Of Credibility --
Empty my Heart, of Thee --
© Emily Dickinson
Empty my Heart, of Thee --
Its single Artery --
Begin, and leave Thee out --
Simply Extinction's Date --
Embarrassment of one another
© Emily Dickinson
Embarrassment of one another
And God
Is Revelation's limit,
Aloud
Elizabeth told Essex
© Emily Dickinson
Elizabeth told Essex
That she could not forgive
The clemency of Deity
However -- might survive --
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill
© Emily Dickinson
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill
Was innocent of Wheel
Elijah's horses as unique
As was his vehicle --
Eden is that old-fashioned House
© Emily Dickinson
Eden is that old-fashioned House
We dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
Until we drive away.
Each that we lose takes part of us;
© Emily Dickinson
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
Each Second is the last
© Emily Dickinson
Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
© Emily Dickinson
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
Expressed -- or still --
Exists in every Human Nature
A Goal --
Exhilaration is the Breeze
© Emily Dickinson
Exhilaration is the Breeze
That lifts us from the Ground
And leaves us in another place
Whose statement is not found --
Except to Heaven, she is nought.
© Emily Dickinson
Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Except for Angels -- lone.
Except to some wide-wandering Bee
A flower superfluous blown.
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
© Emily Dickinson
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
Instead I'll say of Gem
In His long Absence worn
A Costlier one
