You’ll find — it when you try to die –
The Easier to let go –
For recollecting such as went –
You could not spare — you know.
And though their places …
You’ll find — it when you try to die
You see I cannot see — your lifetime
You see I cannot see — your lifetime –
I must guess –
How many times it ache for me — today — Confess –
How many times for my far sake
The …
You love the Lord — you cannot see
You love the Lord — you cannot see –
You write Him — every day –
A little note — when you awake –
And further in the Day.
An Ample Letter — …
You’re right — “the way is narrow”
You’re right — “the way is narrow” –
And “difficult the Gate” –
And “few there be” — Correct again –
That “enter in — thereat” –
‘Tis Costly — So are purples!
‘Tis …
A slash of Blue
A slash of Blue –
A sweep of Gray –
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky –
A little purple — slipped between –
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on –
A …
You love me — you are sure
You love me — you are sure –
I shall not fear mistake –
I shall not cheated wake –
Some grinning morn –
To find the Sunrise left –
And Orchards — unbereft …
Yesterday is History
Yesterday is History,
‘Tis so far away –
Yesterday is Poetry –
‘Tis Philosophy –
Yesterday is mystery –
Where it is Today
While we shrewdly speculate
Flutter both away.
This poem was submitted by Emily Dickinson.
Winter is good — his Hoar Delights
Winter is good — his Hoar Delights
Italic flavor yield
To Intellects inebriate
With Summer, or the World –
Generic as a Quarry
And hearty — as a Rose –
Invited with Asperity
But welcome when …
Why should we hurry — why indeed?
Why should we hurry — why indeed?
When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.
No respite from the inference
That this which is begun,
Though where its labors lie
A bland uncertainty
Besets …
When they come back — if Blossoms do
When they come back — if Blossoms do –
I always feel a doubt
If Blossoms can be born again
When once the Art is out –
When they begin, if Robins may,
I …