Hope Is The Thing With Feathers By Emily Dickinson

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers By Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept […]

This Was In The White Of The Year By Emily Dickinson

This Was In The White Of The Year By Emily Dickinson This was in the white of the year,That was in the green,Drifts were as difficult then to thinkAs daisies now to be seen.Looking back is best that is left,Or if it be before,Retrospection is prospect’s half,Sometimes almost more. Share on facebook Share on twitter […]

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark By Emily Dickinson

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark By Emily Dickinson We grow accustomed to the Dark –When light is put away –As when the Neighbor holds the LampTo witness her Goodbye – A Moment – We uncertain stepFor newness of the night –Then – fit our Vision to the Dark –And meet the Road – erect […]

It Was Not Death For I Stood Up By Emily Dickinson

It Was Not Death For I Stood Up By Emily Dickinson It was not Death, for I stood up,And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon. It was not Frost, for on my FleshI felt Siroccos—crawl—Nor Fire—for just my Marble feetCould keep a Chancel, cool— […]

I Measure Every Grief I Meet By Emily Dickinson

I Measure Every Grief I Meet By Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, eyes—I wonder if It weighs like Mine—Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—Or did it just begin—I could not tell the Date of Mine—It feels so old a pain— I wonder if it […]

Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church By Emily Dickinson

Some Keep the Sabbath Going to Church By Emily Dickinson Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –I keep it, staying at Home –With a Bobolink for a Chorister –And an Orchard, for a Dome – Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –I, just wear my Wings –And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,Our little […]

It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up By Emily Dickinson

It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up By Emily Dickinson It was not Death, for I stood up,And all the Dead, lie down—It was not Night, for all the BellsPut out their Tongues, for Noon. It was not Frost, for on my FleshI felt Siroccos—crawl—Nor Fire—for just my Marble feetCould keep a Chancel, cool— […]

Sight By Emily Dickinson

Sight By Emily Dickinson Before I got my eye put out,I liked as well to seeAs other creatures that have eyes,And know no other way. But were it told to me, to-day,That I might have the skyFor mine, I tell you that my heartWould split, for size of me. The meadows mine, the mountains mine, […]

Success Is Counted Sweetest By Emily Dickinson

Success Is Counted Sweetest By Emily Dickinson Success is counted sweetestBy those who ne’er succeed.To comprehend a nectarRequires sorest need. Not one of all the purple HostWho took the Flag todayCan tell the definitionSo clear of Victory As he defeated–dying–On whose forbidden earThe distant strains of triumphBurst agonized and clear! Share on facebook Share on […]

The Props Assist The House By Emily Dickinson

The Props Assist The House By Emily Dickinson The Props assist the House” by Emily DickinsonPoem : Until the House is builtAnd then the Props withdrawAnd adequate, erect,The House support itselfAnd cease to recollectThe Auger and the Carpenter—Just such a retrospectHath the perfected Life—A past of Plank and NailAnd slowness—then the Scaffolds dropAffirming it a […]