Poems begining by S
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She sped as Petals of a Rose
© Emily Dickinson
She sped as Petals of a Rose
Offended by the Wind --
A frail Aristocrat of Time
Indemnity to find --
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles --
© Emily Dickinson
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles --
She flattens -- then she crawls --
She runs without the look of feet --
Her eyes increase to Balls --
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt
© Emily Dickinson
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
To take the honorable Work
Of Woman, and of Wife --
She rose as high as His Occasion
© Emily Dickinson
She rose as high as His Occasion
Then sought the Dust --
And lower lay in low Westminster
For Her brief Crest --
She lay as if at play
© Emily Dickinson
She lay as if at play
Her life had leaped away --
Intending to return --
But not so soon --
She hideth Her the last --
© Emily Dickinson
She hideth Her the last --
And is the first, to rise --
Her Night doth hardly recompense
The Closing of Her eyes --
She dwelleth in the Ground --
© Emily Dickinson
She dwelleth in the Ground --
Where Daffodils -- abide --
Her Maker -- Her Metropolis --
The Universe -- Her Maid --
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
© Emily Dickinson
She dealt her pretty words like Blades --
How glittering they shone --
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone --
She could not live upon the Past
© Emily Dickinson
She could not live upon the Past
The Present did not know her
And so she sought this sweet at last
And nature gently owned her
The mother that has not a knell
for either Duke or Robin
Shame is the shawl of Pink
© Emily Dickinson
Shame is the shawl of Pink
In which we wrap the Soul
To keep it from infesting Eyes --
The elemental Veil
Shall I take thee, the Poet said
© Emily Dickinson
Shall I take thee, the Poet said
To the propounded word?
Be stationed with the Candidates
Till I have finer tried --
September's Baccalaureate
© Emily Dickinson
September's Baccalaureate
A combination is
Of Crickets -- Crows -- and Retrospects
And a dissembling Breeze
Satisfaction -- is the Agent
© Emily Dickinson
Satisfaction -- is the Agent
Of Satiety --
Want -- a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.
Said Death to Passion
© Emily Dickinson
Said Death to Passion
"Give of thine an Acre unto me."
Said Passion, through contracting Breaths
"A Thousand Times Thee Nay."
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.
Somehow myself survived the Night
© Emily Dickinson
Somehow myself survived the Night
And entered with the Day --
That it be saved the Saved suffice
Without the Formula.
"Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament --
© Emily Dickinson
"Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament --
"Tears" -- is a trick of the nerve --
But the Heart with the heaviest freight on --
Doesn't -- always -- move --
"Sown in dishonor"!
© Emily Dickinson
"Sown in dishonor"!
Ah! Indeed!
May this "dishonor" be?
If I were half so fine myself
I'd notice nobody!
"Secrets" is a daily word
© Emily Dickinson
"Secrets" is a daily word
Yet does not exist --
Muffled -- it remits surmise --
Murmured -- it has ceased --
Summer -- we all have seen --
© Emily Dickinson
Summer -- we all have seen --
A few of us -- believed --
A few -- the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved --
