Short Poems E-Book

Emily Dickinson

• Herausgeber: latorre editore
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn -
A flash of Dew, a Bee or two -
A Breeze
A caper in the trees -
And I'm a Rose!

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The morns are meeker than they were -

A sepal, petal, and a thorn

By Chivalries as tiny,

Heart! We will forget him!

This heart that broke so long -

My River runs to Thee -

My eye is fuller than my vase -

The thought beneath so slight a film -

Least Rivers - docile to some sea.

It cant be "Summer"!

Where Ships of Purple - gently toss -

To love thee Year by Year -

My Garden - like the Beach -

To fill a Gap

But little Carmine hath her face -

Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets - of Red -

The Grace - Myself - might not obtain -

Presentiment - is that long shadow - on the Lawn -

Her Grace is all she has -

Apology for Her

I hide myself within my flower

Purple - is fashionable twice -

Aurora is the effort

To help our Bleaker Parts

Time does go on -

Soul, take thy risk,

The Show is not the Show

Silence is all we dread.There's Ransom in a Voice -But Silence is Infinity.Himself have not a face.

To his simplicity

Lift it - with the Feathers

Of their peculiar light

Love's stricken "why"

The Sun is one - and on the Tare

His Heart was darker than the starless night

The Butterfly's Numidian Gown

Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar

They might not need me, yet they might -

Whose Pink career may have a close

My Maker - let me be

No Passenger was known to flee -

Of Paradise' existence

Shame is the shawl of Pink

Unworthy of her Breast

The fairest Home I ever knew

The inundation of the Spring

The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves

Go not too near a House of Rose -

Not that he goes - we love him more

These Fevered Days - to take them to the Forest

How good his Lava Bed,

So gay a Flower

It stole along so stealthy

"Heavenly Father" - take to thee

We knew not that we were to live -

One thing of it we borrow

To see the Summer Sky

Estranged from Beauty - none can be -

Look back on Time, with kindly Eyes -

The way Hope builds his House

We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow -

Birthday of but a single pang

The Face in Evanescence lain

"And with what Body do they come"?

Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell

How firm eternity must look

More than the Grave is closed to me -

Of whom so dear

All things swept sole away

"Go travelling with us"!

No Autumn's intercepting Chill

Not seeing, still we know -

We never know we go when we are going -

He lived the Life of Ambush

Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier

There comes a warning like a spy

Follow wise Orion

Now I lay thee down to Sleep -

Obtaining but our own extent

Who has not found the Heaven - below -

Sweet Pirate of the Heart,

Meeting by Accident,

The pattern of the sun

Those - dying then,

Within thy Grave!

Image of Light, Adieu -

Lives he in any other world

Tried always and Condemned by thee

Her Losses make our Gains ashamed.

By homely gifts and hindered words

Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,

Some Arrows slay but whom they strike,

Climbing to reach the costly Hearts

The Heart has many Doors -

Forever honored be the Tree

How slow the Wind - how slow the Sea -

We wear our sober Dresses when we die,

No ladder needs the bird but skies

Morning is due to all -

Blossoms will run away -

We shun it ere it comes,

Where Roses would not dare to go,

Witchcraft was hung, in History,

The Bird her punctual music brings

Immured in Heaven!

Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights,

Though the great Waters sleep,

Of God we ask one favor,

We send the Wave to find the Wave -

Each that we lose takes part of us;

Sunset that screens, reveals -

Morning, that comes but once,

Not knowing when the Dawn will come,

Circumference thou Bride of Awe

A Sloop of Amber slips away

A World made penniless by that departure

Apparently with no surprise

Back from the Cordial Grave I drag thee

Arrows enamored of his Heart -

Oh Future! thou secreted peace

So give me back to Death -

Still own thee - still thou art

Is it too late to touch you, Dear?

Go thy great way!

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy

Extol thee - could I - Then I will

Some one prepared this mighty show

The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man

Why should we hurry - Why indeed

Of Glory not a Beam is left

A Cap of Lead across the sky

A lane of Yellow led the eye

As we pass Houses musing slow

Beauty crowds me till I die

Conferring with myself

Eden is that old fashioned House

Glory is that bright tragic thing

He went by sleep that drowsy route

His mind of man, a secret makes

I know of people in the Grave

I see thee clearer for the Grave

I watched her face to see which way

If I could tell how glad I was

In snow thou comest

Nature can do no more

Not any sunny tone

Of this is Day composed

Of Yellow was the outer Sky

On my volcano grows the Grass

Peril as a Possession

Rather arid delight

Sometimes with the Heart

Speech is one symptom of affection

That she forgot me was the least

The Blunder is in estimate

The event was directly behind Him

The gleam of an heroic act

The Hills erect their Purple Heads

The ones that disappeared are back

The Overtakelessness of Those

There is a solitude of space

These are the days that Reindeer love

'Tis easier to pity those when dead

To tell the Beauty would decrease

To their apartment deep

Today or this noon

Unto a broken heart

Volcanoes be in Sicily

When we have ceased to care

Winter under cultivation

Witchcraft has not a pedigree

A face devoid of love or grace,

As subtle as tomorrow

By a departing light

Consulting summer's clock,

Did life's penurious length

God is indeed a jealous God -

Her face was in a bed of hair,

I took one Draught of Life -

If all the griefs I am to have

Is Immortality a bane

Love can do all but raise the Dead

My life closed twice before it's close;

Oh, honey of an hour,

One crown that no one seeks

Softened by Time's consummate plush,

Some say good night - at night -

That it will never come again

The distance that the dead have gone

The grave my little cottage is,

The joy that has no stem nor core,

The mob within the heart

The most important population

The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,

There comes an hour when begging stops,

This docile one inter

To lose thee - sweeter than to gain

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

Where every Bird is bold to go

Elysium is as far as to

Fame is a bee.

That Love is all there is

Those final Creatures, - who they are -

Sweet hours have perished here,

Lad of Athens, faithful be

The longest day that God appoints

Experiment escorts us last -

How fleet - how indiscreet an one -

Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,

The Summer that we did not prize

Too happy Time dissolves itself

The Earth has many keys -

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The morns are meeker than they were -

The nuts are getting brown -

The berry's cheek is plumper -

The Rose is out of town.

The Maple wears a gayer scarf -

The field a scarlet gown -

Lest I should be old fashioned

I'll put a trinket on.

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A sepal, petal, and a thorn

Upon a common summer's morn -

A flash of Dew, a Bee or two -

A Breeze

A caper in the trees -

And I'm a Rose!

45

By Chivalries as tiny,

A Blossom, or a Book,

The seeds of smiles are planted -

Which blossom in the dark.

47

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!

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This heart that broke so long -

These feet that never flagged -

This faith that watched for star in vain,

Give gently to the dead -

Hound cannot overtake the Hare

That fluttered panting, here -

Nor any schoolboy rob the nest

Tenderness builded there.

162

My River runs to Thee -

Blue Sea - Wilt welcome me?

My River waits reply -

Oh Sea - look graciously!

I'll fetch thee Brooks

From spotted nooks -

Say Sea - take me?

202

My eye is fuller than my vase -

Her Cargo - is of Dew -

And still - my Heart - my eye outweighs -

East India - for you!

210

The thought beneath so slight a film -

Is more distinctly seen -

As laces just reveal the surge -

Or Mists - the Appenine -

212

Least Rivers - docile to some sea.

My Caspian - thee.

221

It cant be "Summer"!

That - got through!

It's early - yet - for "Spring"!

There's that long town of White - to cross -

Before the Blackbirds sing!

It cant be "Dying"!

It's too Rouge -

The Dead shall go in white -

So Sunset shuts my question down

With Cuffs of Chrysolite!

265

Where Ships of Purple - gently toss -

On Seas of Daffodil -

Fantastic Sailors - mingle -

And then - the Wharf is still!

434

To love thee Year by Year -

May less appear

Than sacrifice, and cease -

However, dear,

Forever might be short, I thought to show -

And so I pieced it, with a flower, now.