A darting fear—a pomp—a tear
87
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My Garden—like the Beach
484
My Garden—like the Beach—
Denotes there be—a Sea—
That's Summer—
Such as These—the Pearls
She fetches—such as Me
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Noon—is the Hinge of Day
931
Noon—is the Hinge of Day—
Evening—the Tissue Door—
Morning—the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar—
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
That Distance was between Us
863
That Distance was between Us
That is not of Mile or Main—
The Will it is that situates—
Equator—never can—
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Embarrassment of one another
662
Embarrassment of one another
And God
Is Revelation's limit,
Aloud
Is nothing that is chief,
But still,
Divinity dwells under a seal.
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
With thee, in the Desert
209
With thee, in the Desert—
With thee in the thirst—
With thee in the Tamarind wood—
Leopard breathes—at last!
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
They have a little Odor—that to me
785
They have a little Odor—that to me
Is metre—nay—'tis melody—
And spiciest at fading—indicate—
A Habit—of a Laureate—
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
An antiquated Grace
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
We outgrow love, like other things
887
We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer—
Till it an Antique fashion shows—
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
poem by Emily Dickinson
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
