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Lay This Laurel On The One Lay This Laurel On The One

Lay This Laurel On The One
Lay this laurel on the oneToo intrinsic for renown.Laurel! veil your deathless tree, --Him you chasten, that is he!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Lay This Laurel On The One... Poems - Post by : betty17 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 3392

The Forgotten Grave The Forgotten Grave

The Forgotten Grave
After a hundred yearsNobody knows the place, --Agony, that enacted there,Motionless as peace.Weeds triumphant ranged,Strangers strolled and spelledAt the lone orthographyOf the elder dead.Winds of summer fieldsRecollect the way, --Instinct picking up the keyDropped by memory.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Forgotten Grave... Poems - Post by : AquaBird - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 917

I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise

I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise
I think just how my shape will riseWhen I shall be forgiven,Till hair and eyes and timid headAre out of sight, in heaven.I think just how my lips will weighWith shapeless, quivering prayerThat you, so late, consider me,The sparrow of your care.I mind me that of anguish sent,Some drifts were moved awayBefore my simple bosom broke, --And why not this, if they?And so, until delirious borneI con that thing, -- "forgiven," --Till with long fright and longer trustI drop my heart, unshriven!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise... Poems - Post by : crafty - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 3210

Saved! Saved!

Saved!
Of tribulation these are theyDenoted by the white;The spangled gowns, a lesser rankOf victors designate.All these did conquer; but the onesWho overcame most timesWear nothing commoner than snow,No ornament but palms.Surrender is a sort unknownOn this superior soil;Defeat, an outgrown anguish,Remembered as the mileOur panting ankle barely gainedWhen night devoured the road;But we stood whispering in the house,And all we said was "Saved"!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Saved!... Poems - Post by : scalezz - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 3381

A Throe Upon The Features A Throe Upon The Features

A Throe Upon The Features
A throe upon the featuresA hurry in the breath,An ecstasy of partingDenominated "Death," --An anguish at the mention,Which, when to patience grown,I 've known permission givenTo rejoin its own.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Throe Upon The Features... Poems - Post by : Pauline - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 2353

Till The End Till The End

Till The End
I should not dare to leave my friend,Because -- because if he should dieWhile I was gone, and I -- too late --Should reach the heart that wanted me;If I should disappoint the eyesThat hunted, hunted so, to see,And could not bear to shut untilThey "noticed" me -- they noticed me;If I should stab the patient faithSo sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,It listening, listening, went to sleepTelling my tardy name, --My heart would wish it broke before,Since breaking then, since breaking then,Were useless as next morning's sun,Where midnight frosts had lain!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Till The... Poems - Post by : Bryan_Douglas - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 2150

It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up

It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down;It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues, for noon.It was not frost, for on my fleshI felt siroccos crawl, --Nor fire, for just my marble feetCould keep a chancel cool.And yet it tasted like them all;The figures I have seenSet orderly, for burial,Reminded me of mine,As if my life were shavenAnd fitted to a frame,And could not breathe without a key;And 't was like midnight, some,When everything that ticked has stopped,And space stares, all around,Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,... Poems - Post by : nbdesign - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 1010

What Inn Is This What Inn Is This

What Inn Is This
What inn is thisWhere for the nightPeculiar traveller comes?Who is the landlord?Where the maids?Behold, what curious rooms!No ruddy fires on the hearth,No brimming tankards flow.Necromancer, landlord,Who are these below?(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: What Inn Is This... Poems - Post by : papalarry - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 1226

Precedence Precedence

Precedence
Wait till the majesty of DeathInvests so mean a brow!Almost a powdered footmanMight dare to touch it now!Wait till in everlasting robesThis democrat is dressed,Then prate about "preferment"And "station" and the rest!Around this quiet courtierObsequious angels wait!Full royal is his retinue,Full purple is his state!A lord might dare to lift the hatTo such a modest clay,Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords"Receives unblushingly!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Precedence... Poems - Post by : iLeKtraN - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 1030

Vanished Vanished

Vanished
She died, -- this was the way she died;And when her breath was done,Took up her simple wardrobeAnd started for the sun.Her little figure at the gateThe angels must have spied,Since I could never find herUpon the mortal side.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Vanished... Poems - Post by : rcbhan - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 3319

At Length At Length

At Length
Her final summer was it,And yet we guessed it not;If tenderer industriousnessPervaded her, we thoughtA further force of lifeDeveloped from within, --When Death lit all the shortness up,And made the hurry plain.We wondered at our blindness, --When nothing was to seeBut her Carrara guide-post, --At our stupidity, When, duller than our dulness,The busy darling lay,So busy was she, finishing,So leisurely were we!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: At Length... Poems - Post by : alexpoole - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 3513

I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know

I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know
I lived on dread; to those who knowThe stimulus there isIn danger, other impetusIs numb and vital-less.As 't were a spur upon the soul,A fear will urge it whereTo go without the spectre's aidWere challenging despair.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know... Poems - Post by : spclub - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 1981

Essential Oils Are Wrung Essential Oils Are Wrung

Essential Oils Are Wrung
Essential oils are wrung:The attar from the roseIs not expressed by suns alone,It is the gift of screws.The general rose decays;But this, in lady's drawer,Makes summer when the lady liesIn ceaseless rosemary.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Essential Oils Are Wrung... Poems - Post by : mwstyle - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 2679

Going Going

Going
On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair,So quiet, oh, how quiet!That nobody might knowBut that the little figureRocked softer, to and fro?On such a dawn, or such a dawn,Would anybody sighThat such a little figureToo sound asleep did lieFor chanticleer to wake it, --Or stirring house below,Or giddy bird in orchard,Or early task to do?There was a little figure plumpFor every little knoll,Busy needles, and spools of thread,And trudging feet from school.Playmates, and holidays, and nuts,And visions vast and small.Strange that the feet so precious chargedShould reach so small a... Poems - Post by : mythirdeye666 - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 657

A Country Burial A Country Burial

A Country Burial
Ample make this bed.Make this bed with awe;In it wait till judgment breakExcellent and fair.Be its mattress straight,Be its pillow round;Let no sunrise' yellow noiseInterrupt this ground.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Country Burial... Poems - Post by : Sincerelydan - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 1734

If Anybody's Friend Be Dead If Anybody's Friend Be Dead

If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
If anybody's friend be dead,It 's sharpest of the themeThe thinking how they walked alive,At such and such a time.Their costume, of a Sunday,Some manner of the hair, --A prank nobody knew but them,Lost, in the sepulchre.How warm they were on such a day:You almost feel the date,So short way off it seems; and now,They 're centuries from that.How pleased they were at what you said;You try to touch the smile,And dip your fingers in the frost:When was it, can you tell,You asked the company to tea,Acquaintance, just a few,And chatted close with this grand thingThat don't remember you?Past bows and... Poems - Post by : PPBRONXNYC - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 2872

Following Following

Following
I had no cause to be awake,My best was gone to sleep,And morn a new politeness took,And failed to wake them up, But called the others clear, And passed their curtains by.Sweet morning, when I over-sleep,Knock, recollect, for me!I looked at sunrise once,And then I looked at them,And wishfulness in me aroseFor circumstance the same.'T was such an ample peace,It could not hold a sigh, --'T was Sabbath with the bells divorced,'T was sunset all the day.So choosing but a gownAnd taking but a prayer,The only raiment I should need,I struggled, and was there.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Following... Poems - Post by : Norhardt - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 3461

I Noticed People Disappeared I Noticed People Disappeared

I Noticed People Disappeared
I noticed people disappeared,When but a little child, --Supposed they visited remote,Or settled regions wild.Now know I they both visitedAnd settled regions wild,But did because they died, -- a factWithheld the little child!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: I Noticed People Disappeared... Poems - Post by : Thomasudidum - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 1522

Pompless No Life Can Pass Away Pompless No Life Can Pass Away

Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
Pompless no life can pass away; The lowliest careerTo the same pageant wends its way As that exalted here.How cordial is the mystery! The hospitable pallA "this way" beckons spaciously, -- A miracle for all!(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: Pompless No Life Can Pass Away... Poems - Post by : pgamse - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 824

There Is A Shame Of Nobleness There Is A Shame Of Nobleness

There Is A Shame Of Nobleness
There is a shame of noblenessConfronting sudden pelf, --A finer shame of ecstasyConvicted of itself.A best disgrace a brave man feels,Acknowledged of the brave, --One more "Ye Blessed" to be told;But this involves the grave.(The end)Emily Dickinson's poem: There Is A Shame Of Nobleness... Poems - Post by : coins - Date : May 2011 - Author : Emily Dickinson - Read : 2519