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Poem: Playmates
Poem 92 Poem 94 Playmates God permits industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one, - forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightway. God calls home the angels promptly At the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Dying The Chariot XXVI Two swimmers wrestled on the spar Until the morning sun, When one turned smiling to the land. O God, the other one! The stray ships passing spied a face Upon the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: She went as quiet as the dew
The Chariot Resurgam XXVIII She went as quiet as the dew From a familiar flower. Not like the dew did she return At the accustomed hour! She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Death is a dialogue between
XXX XXXII XXXI Death is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. "Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir, I have another trust." Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit…Poems by Emily Dickinson: It was too late for man
XXXI Along the Potomac XXXII It was too late for man, But early yet for God; Creation impotent to help, But prayer remained our side. How excellent the heaven, When earth cannot be had;…Poems by Emily Dickinson: A train went through a burial gate
VIII X IX A train went through a burial gate, A bird broke forth and sang, And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat Till all the churchyard rang; And then adjusted his little notes…Poem: Resurgam
Poem 103 Poem 105 Resurgam At last to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side, The rest of life to see! Past midnight, past the morning star! Past sunrise! Ah! what leagues there…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Forbidden Fruit (II)
Forbidden Fruit (I) A Word Forbidden Fruit (II) Heaven is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That 'heaven' is, to me. The color on the…Poem: A Service of Song
Poem 49 Poem 51 A Service of Song Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome. Some keep the Sabbath in…Poems by Emily Dickinson: 'Twas later when the summer went
Death and Life Indian Summer XXVI 'Twas later when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home. 'T was sooner when the…Trending
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