Poetry

The Monument By  Emily Dickinson She laid her docile crescent down,     And this mechanic stone Still states, to dates that have forgot,     The news…

Aurora By  Emily Dickinson Of bronze and blaze     The north, to-night!     So adequate its forms, So preconcerted with itself,     So distant to ala…

The Duel By  Emily Dickinson I took my power in my hand. And went against the world; 'T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold. I …

Invisible By  Emily Dickinson From us she wandered now a year,     Her tarrying unknown; If wilderness prevent her feet,     Or that ethereal zone No…

Power By  Emily Dickinson You cannot put a fire out;     A thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a fan     Upon the slowest night. You cannot…

A Portrait By  Emily Dickinson A face devoid of love or grace,     A hateful, hard, successful face, A face with which a stone     Would feel as thor…

Experience By  Emily Dickinson I stepped from plank to plank     So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt,     About my feet the sea. I…

The Spirit By  Emily Dickinson 'T is whiter than an Indian pipe,     'T is dimmer than a lace; No stature has it, like a fog,     When you ap…

Trying to Forget By  Emily Dickinson Bereaved of all, I went abroad,     No less bereaved to be Upon a new peninsula, —      The grave preceded me, O…

Two Voyagers By  Emily Dickinson Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested …

Lost Faith By  Emily Dickinson To lose one's faith surpasses     The loss of an estate, Because estates can be     Replenished, — faith cannot. I…

The Coming of Night By  Emily Dickinson How the old mountains drip with sunset,     And the brake of dun! How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel     B…

Aftermath By  Emily Dickinson The murmuring of bees has ceased;     But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic,     Has simultaneous come, —  The low…

Angels By  Emily Dickinson Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong? A…

Life's Trades By  Emily Dickinson It's such a little thing to weep,     So short a thing to sigh; And yet by trades the size of these     We …

The Mountain By  Emily Dickinson The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons …

Summer's Obsequies By  Emily Dickinson The gentian weaves her fringes, The maple's loom is red. My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief…

The Soul's Storm By  Emily Dickinson It struck me every day     The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit     And let the fire t…

With Flowers By  Emily Dickinson South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, Hover, hesitate, Drink, and are gone. Butterflies pause On their passage C…