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Dickinson, Emily

· Emily Dickinson: We talked as Girls do · Emily Dickinson: This is my letter to the world · Emily Dickinson: A Portrait (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: A Book (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: The Inevitable · Emily Dickinson: Parting (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: A Syllable (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: Aspiration (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: Drowning is not so pitiful (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: A Word (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: I measure every Grief I meet · Emily Dickinson: The Soul unto itself

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Emily Dickinson: We talked as Girls do

We talked as Girls do

We talked as Girls do –
Fond, and late –
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave –
Of ours, none affair –

We handled Destinies, as cool –
As we – Disposers – be –
And God, a Quiet Party
to our authority –

But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself
As we eventual – be –
When Girls, to Women, softly raised
We – occupy – Degree –

We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
We talked as Girls do

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Emily Dickinson: This is my letter to the world

This is my letter to the world

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, —
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

 

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
This is my letter to the world

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Emily Dickinson: A Portrait (Poem)

 

A Portrait

A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances, —
First time together thrown.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
A Portrait

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Emily Dickinson: A Book (Poem)

 A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
A Book

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Emily Dickinson: The Inevitable

The Inevitable

While I was fearing it, it came,
But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it dear.
There is a fitting a dismay,
A fitting a despair.
’Tis harder knowing it is due,
Than knowing it is here.
The trying on the utmost,
The morning it is new,
Is terribler than wearing it
A whole existence through.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
The Inevitable (Poem)

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Emily Dickinson: Parting (Poem)

   

Parting

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 know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Parting

 

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Emily Dickinson: A Syllable (Poem)

 

A Syllable

Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
’T would crumble with the weight.

 

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
A Syllable

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Emily Dickinson: Aspiration (Poem)

 

Aspiration

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.
The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Aspiration

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Emily Dickinson: Drowning is not so pitiful (Poem)

Drowning is not so pitiful

Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company, —
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker’s cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Drowning is not so pitiful

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Emily Dickinson: A Word (Poem)

A Word

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
A Word

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Emily Dickinson: I measure every Grief I meet

    

I measure every Grief I meet

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 –
Or did it just begin –
I could not tell the Date of Mine –
It feels so old a pain –

I wonder if it hurts to live –
And if They have to try –
And whether – could They choose between –
It would not be – to die –

I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil –

I wonder if when Years have piled –
Some Thousands – on the Harm –
That hurt them early – such a lapse
Could give them any Balm –

Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve –
Enlightened to a larger Pain –
In Contrast with the Love –

The Grieved – are many – I am told –
There is the various Cause –
Death – is but one – and comes but once –
And only nails the eyes –

There’s Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –
A sort they call “Despair” –
There’s Banishment from native Eyes –
In sight of Native Air –

And though I may not guess the kind –
Correctly – yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary –

To note the fashions – of the Cross –
And how they’re mostly worn –
Still fascinated to presume
That Some – are like my own –

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
I measure every Grief I meet
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Emily Dickinson: The Soul unto itself

 

The Soul unto itself

The Soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend –
Or the most agonizing Spy –
An Enemy – could send –

Secure against its own –
No treason it can fear –
Itself – its Sovereign – of itself
The Soul should stand in Awe –

 

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
The Soul unto itself
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