Life poems
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I live with Him -- I see His face
© Emily Dickinson
I live with Him -- I see His face --
I go no more away
For Visitor -- or Sundown --
Death's single privacy
I heard, as if I had no Ear
© Emily Dickinson
I heard, as if I had no Ear
Until a Vital Word
Came all the way from Life to me
And then I knew I heard.
I had no time to Hate
© Emily Dickinson
I had no time to Hate --
Because
The Grave would hinder Me --
And Life was not so
Ample I
Could finish -- Enmity --
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --
© Emily Dickinson
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --
I heard a Woman say
"Poor Child" -- and something in her voice
Convicted me -- of me --
I cautious, scanned my little life
© Emily Dickinson
I cautious, scanned my little life --
I winnowed what would fade
From what would last till Heads like mine
Should be a-dreaming laid.
How dare the robins sing,
© Emily Dickinson
How dare the robins sing,
When men and women hear
Who since they went to their account
Have settled with the year! --
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook --
© Emily Dickinson
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook --
His Feathers wilted low --
The Claws that clung, like lifeless Gloves
Indifferent hanging now --
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed --
© Emily Dickinson
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed --
She bore Life's empty Pack
As gallantly as if the East
Were swinging at her Back.
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 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 lived the Life of Ambush
© Emily Dickinson
He lived the Life of Ambush
And went the way of Dusk
And now against his subtle name
There stands an Asterisk
He gave away his Life --
© Emily Dickinson
He gave away his Life --
To Us -- Gigantic Sum --
A trifle -- in his own esteem --
But magnified -- by Fame --
He fought like those Who've nought to lose --
© Emily Dickinson
He fought like those Who've nought to lose --
Bestowed Himself to Balls
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use --
Had I not This, or This, I said,
© Emily Dickinson
Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity --
Inadequate -- were Life --
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --
© Emily Dickinson
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --
Gravitates within --
Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it --
Bit it stir -- alone --
Go thy great way!
© Emily Dickinson
Go thy great way!
The Stars thou meetst
Are even as Thyself --
For what are Stars but Asterisks
To point a human Life?
For Death -- or rather
© Emily Dickinson
For Death -- or rather
For the Things 'twould buy --
This -- put away
Life's Opportunity --
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
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
© Emily Dickinson
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
Expressed -- or still --
Exists in every Human Nature
A Goal --
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
© Emily Dickinson
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Why, God, would be content
With but a fraction of the Life --
Poured thee, without a stint --
