Poetry » Emily Dickinson

Come Slowly

mihella — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:20:59 +0000

Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!

The Grave

mihella — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:16:09 +0000

The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
‘Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.

To lose Thee

mihella — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:14:12 +0000

To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
Tis true the drought is destitute
But, then, I had the dew!

The Caspian has its realms of sand,
Its other realm of sea.
Without this sterile perquisite
No Caspian could be.

I Taste a Liquor

mihella — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 00:22:43 +0000

I taste a liquor never brewed
From Tankards scooped in Pearl.
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air – am I
And Debauchee of Dew.
Reeling – thro endless summer days
From inns of molten blue.

When “Landlords” turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove’s door -
When butterflies – renounce their “drams”
I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats
And saints – to windows run
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – sun

Too cold is this

mihella — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 17:02:23 +0000

Too cold is this
To warm with Sun
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work
Outstaring Masonry

How went the Agile Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate
But just an Asterisk.

Going to Heaven!

mihella — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:59:32 +0000

Going to Heaven!
I don’t know when
Pray do not ask me how!
Indeed I’m too astonished
To think of answering you!
Going to Heaven!
How dim it sounds!
And yet it will be done
As sure as flocks go home at night
Unto the Shepherd’s arm!

Perhaps you’re going too!
Who knows?
If you should get there first
Save just a little space for me
Close to the two I lost
The smallest “Robe” will fit me
And just a bit of “Crown”
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home

I’m glad I don’t believe it
For it would stop my breath
And I’d like to look a little more
At such a curious Earth!
I’m glad they did believe it
Whom I have never found
Since the might Autumn afternoon
I left them in the ground.

Snow flakes

mihella — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:56:55 +0000

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

Wild Nights!

mihella — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:53:18 +0000

Wild Nights -Wild Nights!
Were I with thee
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile -the Winds
To a Heart in port
Done with the Compass
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden
Ah, the Sea!
Might I but moor -Tonight
In Thee!

I never saw a Moor

mihella — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:51:06 +0000

I never saw a Moor
I never saw the Sea
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given

Heart! We will forget him!

mihella — Wed, 16 Jan 2008 16:49:08 +0000

Heart! We will forget him!
You and I -tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave
I will forget the light!

When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you’re lagging
I remember him!