Category Emily Dickinson

If I could tell how glad I was I should not be so glad – But when I cannot make the Force Nor mould it into word I know it is a sign That new Dilemma be From mathematics further…

If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belonged – Without a hint from me, And the world – if the world be looking on – Will see how…

If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have Would only come today, They could not be so…

Ideals are the Fairy Oil With which We help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.

I’d rather recollect a Setting Than own a rising Sun Though one is beautiful forgetting And true the other one. Because in going is a Drama Staying cannot confer – To die divinely once a twilight – Than wane is…

I worked for chaff and earning Wheat Was haughty and betrayed. What right had Fields to arbitrate In matters ratified? I tasted Wheat and hated Chaff And thanked the ample friend – Wisdom is more becoming viewed At distance than…

I weave for the Lamp of Evening – but fairer colors than mine are twined while stars are shining. I know of a shuttle swift – I know of a fairy gift – mat for the “Lamp of Life” – the little Bachelor’s wife!

I watched her face to see which way She took the awful news Whether she died before she heard Or in protracted bruise Remained a few slow years with us Each heavier than the last A further afternoon to fail…

I was a Phebe – nothing more – A Phebe – nothing less – The little note that others dropt I fitted into place – I dwelt too low that any seek – Too shy, that any blame – A…

I took one Draught of Life – I’ll tell you what I paid – Precisely an existence – The market price, they said. They weighed me, Dust by Dust – They balanced Film with Film, Then handed me my Being’s…