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Category Emily Dickinson

We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

Could I but ride indefinite

Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me   And flirt all Day with Buttercups And marry whom I may And dwell a little everywhere Or better,…

Conscious am I in my Chamber

Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—   Neither Place—need I present Him— Fitter Courtesy Hospitable intuition Of His Company—   Presence—is His furthest license— Neither He to…

Conjecturing a Climate

Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns   To a fictitious Country To palliate a Cold— Not obviated of Degree— Nor erased—of Latitude—

Come slowly—Eden!

Come slowly—Eden! Lips unused to Thee— Bashful—sip thy Jessamines— As the fainting Bee—   Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums— Counts his nectars— Enters—and is lost in Balms.

Color—Caste—Denomination

Color—Caste—Denomination— These—are Time’s Affair— Death’s diviner Classifying Does not know they are—   As in sleep—All Hue forgotten— Tenets—put behind— Death’s large—Democratic fingers Rub away the Brand—   If Circassian—He is careless— If He put away Chrysalis of Blonde—or Umber—…

Cocoon above! Cocoon below!

Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree Your secret, perched in ecstasy Defies imprisonment!   An hour in Chrysalis to pass, Then gay above receding…

Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!

Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold— Tawny—her Customs— She was Conscious— Spotted—her Dun Gown— This was the Leopard’s nature—Signor— Need—a keeper—frown?   Pity—the Pard—that left her Asia— Memories—of Palm— Cannot be stifled—with Narcotic— Nor suppressed—with…

Chartless

I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.   I never spoke with God, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the…

Cat

She sights a Bird – she chuckles – She flattens – then she crawls – She runs without the look of feet – Her eyes increase to Balls –   Her Jaws stir – twitching – hungry – Her Teeth…

By The Sea

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me.   And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen hands, Presuming me to be a mouse Aground, upon the…