Poems begining by W
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We learn it in Retreating
© Emily Dickinson
We learn it in Retreating
How vast an one
Was recently among us --
A Perished Sun
We knew not that we were to live --
© Emily Dickinson
We knew not that we were to live --
Nor when -- we are to die --
Our ignorance -- our cuirass is --
We wear Mortality
We introduce ourselves
© Emily Dickinson
We introduce ourselves
To Planets and to Flowers
But with ourselves
Have etiquettes
Embarrassments
And awes
We do not play on Graves
© Emily Dickinson
We do not play on Graves --
Because there isn't Room --
Besides -- it isn't even -- it slants
And People come --
We do not know the time we lose --
© Emily Dickinson
We do not know the time we lose --
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties --
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face
© Emily Dickinson
And blame the scanty love
We were Content to show --
Augmented -- Sweet -- a Hundred fold --
If Thou would'st take it -- now --
We can but follow to the Sun --
© Emily Dickinson
We can but follow to the Sun --
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind --
'Tis mostly -- following --
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing
© Emily Dickinson
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing --
'Tisn't all Hock -- with us --
Life has its Ale --
But it's many a lay of the Dim Burgundy --
We chant -- for cheer -- when the Wines -- fail --
Water makes many Beds
© Emily Dickinson
Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep --
Its awful chamber open stands --
Its Curtains blandly sweep --
Warm in her Hand these accents lie
© Emily Dickinson
Warm in her Hand these accents lie
While faithful and afar
The Grace so awkward for her sake
Its fond subjection wear --
Wait till the Majesty of Death
© Emily Dickinson
Wait till the Majesty of Death
Invests so mean a brow!
Almost a powdered Footman
Might dare to touch it now!
Work for Immortality
© Emily Dickinson
Some -- Work for Immortality --
The Chiefer part, for Time --
He -- Compensates -- immediately --
The former -- Checks -- on Fame --
"Was not" was all the Statement.
© Emily Dickinson
"Was not" was all the Statement.
The Unpretension stuns --
Perhaps -- the Comprehension --
They wore no Lexicons --
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
© Emily Dickinson
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Spices? Buy here!
Ill! We have berries, for the parching!
Weary! Furloughs of down!
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?
© Emily Dickinson
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?
Did I sing -- too loud?
But -- I can say a little "Minor"
Timid as a Bird!
Whose cheek is this?
© Emily Dickinson
Whose cheek is this?
What rosy face
Has lost a blush today?
I found her -- "pleiad" -- in the woods
And bore her safe away.
Who never lost, are unprepared
© Emily Dickinson
Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Which misses most,
© Emily Dickinson
Which misses most,
The hand that tends,
Or heart so gently borne,
'Tis twice as heavy as it was
Because the hand is gone?
Which is best? Heaven --
© Emily Dickinson
Which is best? Heaven --
Or only Heaven to come
With that old Codicil of Doubt?
I cannot help esteem
Whether my bark went down at sea
© Emily Dickinson
Whether my bark went down at sea --
Whether she met with gales --
Whether to isles enchanted
She bent her docile sails --
