Love poems

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The Manner of its Death

© Emily Dickinson

The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die --
'Tis deemed a privilege to choose --
'Twas Major Andre's Way --

The Love a Life can show Below

© Emily Dickinson

The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon --
And smites the Tinder in the Sun --
And hinders Gabriel's Wing --

The incidents of love

© Emily Dickinson

The incidents of love
Are more than its Events --
Investment's best Expositor
Is the minute Per Cents --

The immortality she gave

© Emily Dickinson

The immortality she gave
We borrowed at her Grave --
For just one Plaudit famishing,
The Might of Human love --

The Daisy follows soft the Sun

The Daisy follows soft the Sun --
And when his golden walk is done --
Sits shyly at his feet --
He -- waking -- finds the flower there --
Wherefore -- Marauder -- art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten

© Emily Dickinson

Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten
Tell -- this Day endures
Ruddy as that coeval Apple
The Tradition bears --

Superfluous were the Sun

© Emily Dickinson

Superfluous were the Sun
When Excellence be dead
He were superfluous every Day
For every Day be said

Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --

© Emily Dickinson

Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --
Lightning -- lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.

Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!

© Emily Dickinson

Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere --
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather -- on the plain
Fritters itself away!

So well that I can live without

© Emily Dickinson

So well that I can live without --
I love thee -- then How well is that?
As well as Jesus?
Prove it me
That He -- loved Men --
As I -- love thee --

Safe Despair it is that raves --

© Emily Dickinson

Safe Despair it is that raves --
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal.

Rehearsal to Ourselves

© Emily Dickinson

Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight --
Affords a Bliss like Murder --
Omnipotent -- Acute --

Perhaps you think me stooping

© Emily Dickinson

Perhaps you think me stooping
I'm not ashamed of that
Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave --
Do those at Sacrament

Out of sight? What of that?

© Emily Dickinson

Blue is Blue -- the World through --
Amber -- Amber -- Dew -- Dew --
Seek -- Friend -- and see --
Heaven is shy of Earth -- that's all --
Bashful Heaven -- thy Lovers small --
Hide -- too -- from thee --

Now I knew I lost her --

Now I knew I lost her --
Not that she was gone --
But Remoteness travelled
On her Face and Tongue.

Nature rarer uses Yellow

Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue

Love reckons by itself -- alone --

Love reckons by itself -- alone --
"As large as I" -- relate the Sun
To One who never felt it blaze --
Itself is all the like it has --

Love is done when Love's begun,

Love is done when Love's begun,
Sages say,
But have Sages known?
Truth adjourn your Boon
Without Day.

Love can do all but raise the Dead

Love can do all but raise the Dead
I doubt if even that
From such a giant were withheld
Were flesh equivalent

Love -- thou art high

Love -- thou art high --
I cannot climb thee --
But, were it Two --
Who know but we --
Taking turns -- at the Chimborazo --
Ducal -- at last -- stand up by thee --