Poetry

Storm By  Emily Dickinson It sounded as if the streets were running, And then the streets stood still. Eclipse was all we could see at the window, An…

Precedence By  Emily Dickinson Wait till the majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered footman Might dare to touch it now! Wait till…

Parting By  Emily Dickinson My life closed twice before its close;     It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil     A third event to me, So huge, …

Old-Fashioned By  Emily Dickinson Arcturus is his other name, —  I'd rather call him star! It's so unkind of science To go and interfere! I p…

My Rose By  Emily Dickinson Pigmy seraphs gone astray, Velvet people from Vevay, Belles from some lost summer day, Bees' exclusive coterie. Paris…

Asleep By  Emily Dickinson As far from pity as complaint,     As cool to speech as stone, As numb to revelation     As if my trade were bone. As far …

Problems By  Emily Dickinson Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up,     And say how many dew; Tell me how far the morning…

Forgotten By  Emily Dickinson There is a word     Which bears a sword     Can pierce an armed man. It hurls its barbed syllables, —      At once is m…

Unwarned By  Emily Dickinson 'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou     No station in the day? 'T was not thy wont to hinder so, —      Retrie…

Ventures By  Emily Dickinson Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.     For the one ship that struts the shore Many's the gallant, overwhelmed …

A Rose By  Emily Dickinson A sepal, petal, and a thorn     Upon a common summer's morn, A flash of dew, a bee or two, A breeze A caper in the tre…

Satisfied By  Emily Dickinson One blessing had I, than the rest     So larger to my eyes That I stopped gauging, satisfied,     For this enchanted si…