Category Emily Dickinson

In thy long Paradise of Light No moment will there be When I shall long for Earthly Play And mortal Company –

In other Motes, Of other Myths Your requisition be. The Prism never held the Hues, It only heard them play –

In many and reportless places We feel a Joy – Reportless, also, but sincere as Nature Or Deity – It comes, without a consternation – Dissolve – the same – But leaves a sumptuous Destitution – Without a Name –…

I’ve got an arrow here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple arrow Sped by an archer’s bow.

I’ve dropped my Brain–My Soul is numb–The Veins that used to runStop palsied–’tis ParalysisDone perfecter on stone– Vitality is Carved and cool–My nerve in Marble lies–A Breathing WomanYesterday–Endowed with Paradise. Not dumb–I had a sort that moved–A Sense that smote…

I’m “wife” – I’ve finished that – That other state – I’m Czar – I’m “Woman” now – It’s safer so – How odd the Girl’s life looks Behind this soft Eclipse – I think that Earth feels so To…

If wrecked opon the Shoal of Thought How is it with the Sea? The only Vessel that is shunned Is safe – Simplicity –

If Nature smiles – the Mother must I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family – Is She so much to blame?

If my Bark sink ‘Tis to another Sea – Mortality’s Ground Floor Is Immortality –

If I should see a single bird