Fame is a fickle food is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Fame is a fickle food Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s Corn – Men …
If I should die is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. If I should die If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,— One might depart …
We never know how high we are is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. We never know how high we are We never know how high we are Till we are asked to rise And then if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies —The Heroism we recite Would be a normal …
Dear March – Come in – (1320) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Dear March – Come in – (1320) Dear March – Come in – How glad I am – I hoped for you before – Put down your Hat – You must have walked – How out of Breath you are – …
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I felt a Funeral, in my Brain I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through –And when they all were seated, A Service, like …
The Soul has Bandaged moments is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. The Soul has Bandaged moments The Soul has Bandaged moments – When too appalled to stir – She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her –Salute her, with long fingers – Caress her freezing hair – Sip, Goblin, …
My life closed twice before its close is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. My life closed twice before its close My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we …
It’s all I have to bring today is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. It’s all I have to bring today It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count—should I forget Some one the …
Wild Nights—Wild Nights! is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Wild Nights—Wild Nights! 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 cannot live with You is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I cannot live with You I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the ShelfThe Sexton keeps the Key to – Putting up Our Life – His Porcelain – Like a Cup – …
