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Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Portrait

XVII I Had a Guinea Golden 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…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Reticence

The Lost Thought With Flowers Reticence The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Contrast

XXVII Friends Contrast A door just opened on a street — I, lost, was passing by — An instant's width of warmth disclosed, And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Friends

Contrast Fire Friends Are friends delight or pain? Could bounty but remain Riches were good. But if they only stay Bolder to fly away, Riches are sad. Contents Contrast…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Fire

Friends A Man Fire Ashes denote that fire was; Respect the grayest pile For the departed creature's sake That hovered there awhile. Fire exists the first in light, And then…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Man

Fire Ventures A Man Fate slew him, but he did not drop; She felled — he did not fall — Impaled him on her fiercest stakes — He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Ventures

A Man Griefs Ventures Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. For the one ship that struts the shore Many's the gallant, overwhelmed creature Nodding in navies nevermore.…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Griefs

Ventures XXXIV Griefs I measure every grief I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size. I wonder if they bore it long, Or did it just…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Disenchantment

XXXIV Lost Faith Disenchantment It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Remembrance

Alpine Glow XLII Remembrance Remembrance has a rear and front, — 'T is something like a house; It has a garret also For refuse and the mouse, Besides, the deepest cellar…