Color – Caste – Denomination – (970) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Color – Caste – Denomination – (970) Color – Caste – Denomination – These – are Time’s Affair – Death’s diviner Classifying Does not know they are – As in sleep – all Hue forgotten – Tenets – put behind – …
One Sister have I in our house (14) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. One Sister have I in our house (14) One Sister have I in our house – And one a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.One came the way that I came – And wore my …
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (216) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (216) Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning And untouched by Noon— Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection— Rafter of satin, And Roof of stone. Light laughs the breeze In her Castle above them— Babbles …
A Man may make a Remark (952) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. A Man may make a Remark (952) A Man may make a Remark – In itself – a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark In dormant nature – lain -Let us divide – with skill – Let …
Besides the Autumn poets sing (131) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Besides the Autumn poets sing (131) Besides the Autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze -A few incisive mornings – A few Ascetic eves – Gone – Mr Bryant’s …
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487) The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen—The Road to Bethlehem Since He and I were Boys Was leveled, …
Knows how to forget! (433) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Knows how to forget! (433) by Emily Dickinson Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn howDull Hearts have died In the Acquisition Sacrificed for Science Is common, though, now — I went to …
I measure every Grief I meet (561) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I measure every Grief I meet (561) by Emily Dickinson I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long – …
I like to see it lap the Miles (43) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I like to see it lap the Miles (43) I like to see it lap the Miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, …
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl (443) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl (443) I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me— I put new Blossoms in the Glass— And throw the old—away— I push a …
