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Title
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Author
Emily Dickinson
Year
1924
Publisher
Little, Brown, and Company
Location
Boston
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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Introduction
Part 1:
Life
This is my letter to the world
Success is counted sweetest
Our share of night to bear
Soul, wilt thou toss again?
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
Glee! the great storm is over!
If I can stop one heart from breaking
Within my reach!
A wounded deer leaps highest
The heart asks pleasure first
A precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis
Much madness is divinest sense
I asked no other thing
The soul selects her own society
Some things that fly there be
I know some lonely houses off the road
To fight aloud is very brave
When night is almost done
Read, sweet, how others strove
Pain has an element of blank
I taste a liquor never brewed
He ate and drank the precious words
I had no time to hate, because
'Twas such a little, little boat
Whether my bark went down at sea
Belshazzar had a letter
The brain within its groove
I'm nobody! Who are you?
I bring an unaccustomed wine
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized
We play at paste
I found the phrase to every thought
Hope is the thing with feathers
Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
Who never lost, are unprepared
I can wade grief
I never hear the word "escape"
For each ecstatic instant
Through the straight pass of suffering
I meant to have but modest needs
The thought beneath so slight a film
The soul unto itself
Surgeons must be very careful
I like to see it lap the miles
The show is not the show
Delight becomes pictorial
A thought went up my mind to-day
Is Heaven a physician?
Though I get home how late, how late!
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart
I should have been too glad, I see
It tossed and tossed
Victory comes late
God gave a loaf to every bird
Experiment to me
My country need not change her gown
Faith is a fine invention
Except the heaven had come so near
Portraits are to daily faces
I took my power in my hand
A shady friend for torrid days
Each life converges to some centre
Before I got my eye put out
Talk with prudence to a beggar
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow
Good night! which put the candle out?
When I hoped I feared
A deed knocks first at thought
Mine enemy is growing old
Remorse is memory awake
The body grows outside
Undue significance a starving man attaches
Heart not so heavy as mine
I many times thought peace had come
Unto my books so good to turn
This merit hath the worst
I had been hungry all the years
I gained it so
To learn the transport by the pain
I years had been from home
Prayer is the little implement
I know that he exists
Musicians wrestle everywhere
Just lost when I was saved!
'Tis little I could care for pearls
Superiority to fate
Hope is a subtle glutton
Forbidden fruit a flavor has
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
A word is dead
To venerate the simple days
It's such a little thing to weep
Drowning is not so pitiful
How still the bells in steeples stand
If the foolish call them "flowers"
Could mortal lip divine
My life closed twice before its close
We never know how high we are
While I was fearing it, it came
There is no frigate like a book
Who has not found the heaven below
A face devoid of love or grace
I had a guinea golden
From all the jails the boys and girls
Few get enough,—enough is one
Upon the gallows hung a wretch
I felt a cleavage in my mind
The reticent volcano keeps
If recollecting were forgetting
The farthest thunder that I heard
On the bleakness of my lot
A door just opened on a street
Are friends delight or pain?
Ashes denote that fire was
Fate slew him, but he did not drop
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture
I measure every grief I meet
I have a king who does not speak
It dropped so low in my regard
To lose one's faith surpasses
I had a daily bliss
I worked for chaff, and earning wheat
Life, and Death, and Giants
Our lives are Swiss
Remembrance has a rear and front
To hang our head ostensibly
The brain is wider than the sky
The bone that has no marrow
The past is such a curious creature
To help our bleaker parts
What soft, cherubic creatures
Who never wanted,—maddest joy
It might be easier
You cannot put a fire out
A modest lot, a fame petite
Is bliss, then, such abyss
I stepped from plank to plank
One day is there of the series
Softened by Time's consummate plush
Part 2:
Nature
My nosegays are for captives
Nature, the gentlest mother
Will there really be a morning?
At half-past three a single bird
The day came slow, till five o'clock
The sun just touched the morning
The robin is the one
From cocoon forth a butterfly
Before you thought of spring
An altered look about the hills
"Whose are the little beds," I asked
Pigmy seraphs gone astray
To hear an oriole sing
One of the ones that Midas touched
I dreaded that first robin so
A route of evanescence
The skies can't keep their secret!
Who robbed the woods
Two butterflies went out at noon
I started early, took my dog
Arcturus is his other name
An awful tempest mashed the air
An everywhere of silver
A bird came down the walk
A narrow fellow in the grass
The mushroom is the elf of plants
There came a wind like a bugle
A spider sewed at night
I know a place where summer strives
The one that could repeat the summer day
The wind tapped like a tired man
Nature rarer uses yellow
The leaves, like women, interchange
How happy is the little stone
It sounded as if the streets were running
The rat is the concisest tenant
Frequently the woods are pink
The wind begun to rock the grass
South winds jostle them
Bring me the sunset in a cup
She sweeps with many-colored brooms
Like mighty footlights burned the red
Where ships of purple gently toss
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
Farther in summer than the birds
As imperceptibly as grief
It can't be summer,—that got through
The gentian weaves her fringes
God made a little gentian
Besides the autumn poets sing
It sifts from leaden sieves
No brigadier throughout the year
New feet within my garden go
Pink, small, and punctual
The murmur of a bee
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
The pedigree of honey
Some keep the Sabbath going to church
The bee is not afraid of me
Some rainbow coming from the fair!
The grass so little has to do
A little road not made of man
A drop fell on the apple tree
A something in a summer's day
This is the land the sunset washes
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
There is a flower that bees prefer
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
As children bid the guest good-night
Angels in the early morning
So bashful when I spied her
It makes no difference abroad
The mountain sat upon the plain
I'll tell you how the sun rose
The butterfly's assumption-gown
Of all the sounds despatched abroad
Apparently with no surprise
'Twas later when the summer went
These are the days when birds come back
The morns are meeker than they were
The sky is low, the clouds are mean
I think the hemlock likes to stand
There's a certain slant of light
The springtime's pallid landscape
She slept beneath a tree
A light exists in spring
A lady red upon the hill
Dear March, come in!
We like March, his shoes are purple
Not knowing when the dawn will come
A murmur in the trees to note
Morning is the place for dew
To my quick ear the leaves conferred
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
High from the earth I heard a bird
The spider as an artist
What mystery pervades a well!
To make a prairie it takes a clover
It's like the light
A dew sufficed itself
His bill an auger is
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets
Could I but ride indefinite
The moon was but a chin of gold
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
You've seen balloons set, haven't you?
The cricket sang
Drab habitation of whom?
A sloop of amber slips away
Of bronze and blaze
How the old mountains drip with sunset
The murmuring of bees has ceased
Part 3:
Love
It's all I have to bring to-day
Mine by the right of the white election!
You left me, sweet, two legacies
Alter? When the hills do
Elysium is as far as to
Doubt me, my dim companion!
If you were coming in the fall
I hide myself within my flower
That I did always love
Have you got a brook in your little heart
As if some little Arctic flower
My river runs to thee
I cannot live with you
There came a day at summer's full
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs
'Twas a long parting, but the time
I'm wife; I've finished that
She rose to his requirement, dropped
Come slowly, Eden!
Of all the souls that stand create
I have no life but this
Your riches taught me poverty
I gave myself to him
"Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him"
The way I read a letter's this
Wild nights! Wild nights!
The night was wide, and furnished scant
Did the harebell loose her girdle
A charm invests a face
The rose did caper on her cheek
In lands I never saw, they say
The moon is distant from the sea
He put the belt around my life
I held a jewel in my fingers
What if I say I shall not wait?
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it
My worthiness is all my doubt
Love is anterior to life
One blessing had I, than the rest
When roses cease to bloom, dear
Summer for thee grant I may be
Split the lark and you'll find the music
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
Poor little heart!
There is a word
I've got an arrow here
He fumbles at your spirit
Heart, we will forget him!
Father, I bring thee not myself
We outgrow love like other things
Not with a club the heart is broken
My friend must be a bird
He touched me, so I live to know
Let me not mar that perfect dream
I live with him, I see his face
I envy seas whereon he rides
A solemn thing it was, I said
Title divine is mine
Part 4:
Time and Eternity
One dignity delays for all
Delayed till she had ceased to know
Departed to the judgment
Safe in their alabaster chambers
On this long storm the rainbow rose
My cocoon tightens, colors tease
Exultation is the going
Look back on time with kindly eyes
A train went through a burial gate
I died for beauty, but was scarce
How many times these low feet staggered
I like a look of agony
That short, potential stir
I went to thank her
I've seen a dying eye
The clouds their backs together laid
I never saw a moor
God permits industrious angels
To know just how he suffered would be dear
The last night that she lived
Not in this world to see his face
The bustle in a house
I reason, earth is short
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
The sun kept setting, setting still
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Because I could not stop for Death
She went as quiet as the dew
At last to be identified!
Except to heaven, she is nought
Death is a dialogue between
It was too late for man
When I was small, a woman died
The daisy follows soft the sun
No rack can torture me
I lost a world the other day
If I shouldn't be alive
Sleep is supposed to be
I shall know why, when time is over
I never lost as much but twice
Let down the bars, O Death!
Going to heaven!
At least to pray is left, is left
Step lightly on this narrow spot!
Morns like these we parted
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
I read my sentence steadily
I have not told my garden yet
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars
The only ghost I ever saw
Some, too fragile for winter winds
As by the dead we love to sit
Death sets a thing significant
I went to heaven
Their height in heaven comforts not
There is a shame of nobleness
A triumph may be of several kinds
Pompless no life can pass away
I noticed people disappeared
I had no cause to be awake
If anybody's friend be dead
Our journey had advanced
Ample make this bed
On such a night, or such a night
Essential oils are wrung
I lived on dread; to those who know
If I should die
Her final summer was it
One need not be a chamber to be haunted
She died,—this was the way she died
Wait till the majesty of Death
Went up a year this evening!
Taken from men this morning
What inn is this
It was not death, for I stood up
I should not dare to leave my friend
Great streets of silence led away
A throe upon the features
Of tribulation these are they
I think just how my shape will rise
After a hundred years
Lay this laurel on the one
This world is not conclusion
We learn in the retreating
They say that "time assuages"
We cover thee, sweet face
That is solemn we have ended
The stimulus, beyond the grave
Given in marriage unto thee
That such have died enables us
They won't frown always,—some sweet day
'Tis an honorable thought
The distance that the dead have gone
How dare the robins sing
Death is like the insect
'Tis sunrise, little maid, hast thou
Each that we lose takes part of us
Not any higher stands the grave
As far from pity as complaint
'Tis whiter than an Indian pipe
She laid her docile crescent down
Bless God, he went as soldiers
Immortal is an ample word
Where every bird is bold to go
The grave my little cottage is
This was in the white of the year
Sweet hours have perished here
Me! Come! My dazzled face
From us she wandered now a year
I wish I knew that woman's name
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
I felt a funeral in my brain
I meant to find her when I came
I sing to use the waiting
A sickness of this world it most occasions
Superfluous were the sun
So proud she was to die
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord
The dying need but little, dear
There's something quieter than sleep
The soul should always stand ajar
Three weeks passed since I had seen her
I breathed enough to learn the trick
I wonder if the sepulchre
If tolling bell I ask the cause
If I may have it when it's dead
Before the ice is in the pools
I heard a fly buzz when I died
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
There's been a death in the opposite house
We never know we go,—when we are going
It struck me every day
Water is taught by thirst
We thirst at first,—'tis Nature's act
A clock stopped—not the mantel's
All overgrown by cunning moss
A toad can die of light!
Far from love the Heavenly Father
Along, long sleep, a famous sleep
'Twas just this time last year I died
On this wondrous sea
Part 5:
The Single Hound
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