Category Emily Dickinson

Because my Brook is fluent I know ’tis dry – Because my Brook is silent It is the Sea – And startled at it’s swelling I try to flee To where the Strong assure me Is “no more Sea” –

Because He loves Her We will pry and see if she is fair What difference is on her Face From Features others wear. It will not harm her magic pace That we so far behind – Her Distances propitiate As…

Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee –

Back from the Cordial Grave I drag thee He shall not take thy Hand Nor put his spacious Arm around thee That none can understand

Aurora is the effort Of the Celestial Face Unconsciousness of Perfectness To simulate, to Us.

At Half past Three, a single Bird Unto a silent Sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody. At Half past Four, Experiment Had subjugated test And lo, Her silver Principle Supplanted all the rest. At Half past Seven,…

Ashes denote that Fire was – Revere the Grayest Pile For the Departed Creature’s sake That hovered there awhile – Fire exists the first in light And then consolidates Only the Chemist can disclose Into what Carbonates –

As willing lid o’er Weary Eye The Evening on the Day leans Till of all our Nature’s House Remains but Balcony

As we pass Houses musing slow If they be occupied So minds pass minds If they be occupied

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teazed Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues…