Love poems
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The Soul has Bandaged moments --
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul has Bandaged moments --
When too appalled to stir --
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her --
That Love is all there is,
© Emily Dickinson
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.
That I did always love
© Emily Dickinson
That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived -- Enough --
Summer -- we all have seen --
© Emily Dickinson
Summer -- we all have seen --
A few of us -- believed --
A few -- the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved --
Sometimes with the Heart
© Emily Dickinson
Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few -- love at all.
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
© Emily Dickinson
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
When they dislocate my Brain!
Amputate my freckled Bosom!
Make me bearded like a man!
Not that he goes -- we love him more
© Emily Dickinson
Not that he goes -- we love him more
Who led us while he stayed.
Beyond earth's trafficking frontier,
For what he moved, he made.
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
© Emily Dickinson
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it -- now --
Make haste -- the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity --
I gave myself to Him --
© Emily Dickinson
I gave myself to Him --
And took Himself, for Pay,
The solemn contract of a Life
Was ratified, this way --
God is a distant -- stately Lover
© Emily Dickinson
God is a distant -- stately Lover --
Woos, as He states us -- by His Son --
Verily, a Vicarious Courtship --
"Miles", and "Priscilla", were such an One --
As Summer into Autumn slips
© Emily Dickinson
As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
We turn the sun away,
As by the dead we love to sit,
© Emily Dickinson
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear --
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here --
A single Screw of Flesh
© Emily Dickinson
A single Screw of Flesh
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil --
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
© Emily Dickinson
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
Because --
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer -- Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.
You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies --
© Emily Dickinson
You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies --
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of --
Unable are the Loved to die
© Emily Dickinson
Unable are the Loved to die
For Love is Immortality,
Nay, it is Deity --
Love's stricken "why"
© Emily Dickinson
Love's stricken "why"
Is all that love can speak --
Built of but just a syllable
The hugest hearts that break.
Love -- is anterior to Life --
© Emily Dickinson
Love -- is anterior to Life --
Posterior -- to Death --
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth --
I see thee better -- in the Dark --
© Emily Dickinson
I see thee better -- in the Dark --
I do not need a Light --
The Love of Thee -- a Prism be --
Excelling Violet --
We outgrow love, like other things
© Emily Dickinson
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer --
Till it an Antique fashion shows --
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
