Poems begining by O
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Over and over, like a Tune
© Emily Dickinson
Over and over, like a Tune --
The Recollection plays --
Drums off the Phantom Battlements
Cornets of Paradise --
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 --
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --
© Emily Dickinson
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --
Your Vision -- was in June --
And when Your little Lifetime failed,
I wearied -- too -- of mine --
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
© Emily Dickinson
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
The channel of the dust who once achieves
Invalidates the balm of that religion
That doubts as fervently as it believes.
Our share of night to bear
© Emily Dickinson
Our share of night to bear --
Our share of morning --
Our blank in bliss to fill
Our blank in scorning --
Our own possessions -- though our own --
© Emily Dickinson
Our own possessions -- though our own --
'Tis well to hoard anew --
Remembering the Dimensions
Of Possibility.
Our little secrets slink away --
© Emily Dickinson
Our little secrets slink away --
Beside God's shall not tell --
He kept his word a Trillion years
And might we not as well --
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
© Emily Dickinson
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
In plenty may be seen,
A Pink and Pulpy multitude
The tepid Ground upon.
Opinion is a flitting thing,
© Emily Dickinson
Opinion is a flitting thing,
But Truth, outlasts the Sun --
If then we cannot own them both --
Possess the oldest one --
Only God -- detect the Sorrow --
© Emily Dickinson
Only God -- detect the Sorrow --
Only God --
The Jehovahs -- are no Babblers --
Unto God --
Only a Shrine, but Mine --
© Emily Dickinson
Only a Shrine, but Mine --
I made the Taper shine --
Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come,
Regard a Nun --
One thing of it we borrow
© Emily Dickinson
One thing of it we borrow
And promise to return --
The Booty and the Sorrow
Its Sweetness to have known --
One of the ones that Midas touched
© Emily Dickinson
One of the ones that Midas touched
Who failed to touch us all
Was that confiding Prodigal
The reeling Oriole --
One Joy of so much anguish
© Emily Dickinson
One Joy of so much anguish
Sweet nature has for me
I shun it as I do Despair
Or dear iniquity --
One dignity delays for all
© Emily Dickinson
One dignity delays for all --
One mitred Afternoon --
None can avoid this purple --
None evade this Crown!
One Day is there of the Series
© Emily Dickinson
One Day is there of the Series
Termed Thanksgiving Day.
Celebrated part at Table
Part in Memory.
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only --
© Emily Dickinson
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only --
How many be
Is not affirmed of Mathematics --
Or History --
One crown that no one seeks
© Emily Dickinson
One crown that no one seeks
And yet the highest head
Its isolation coveted
Its stigma deified
One Blessing had I than the rest
© Emily Dickinson
One Blessing had I than the rest
So larger to my Eyes
That I stopped gauging -- satisfied --
For this enchanted size --
One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
© Emily Dickinson
One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
A Minor thing -- it sounds --
And yet, unto the single Doe
Attempted of the Hounds
