I’m wife; I’ve finished that, That other state; I’m Czar, I’m woman now: It’s safer so. How odd the girl’s life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth…
Author: Samantha Evans
Alpine Glow. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Our lives are Swiss, —So still, so cool,Till, some odd afternoon,The Alps neglect their curtains,And we look farther on. Italy stands the other side,While, like…
Along The Potomac. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
When I was small, a woman died. To-day her only boy Went up from the Potomac, His face all victory, To look at her; how slowly The seasons must…
Almost! By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late…
Aftermath. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The murmuring of bees has ceased; But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come, — The lower metres of the year, When nature’s laugh is done, — The Revelations…
Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid? By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death; for who is he? The porter of my father’s lodge As much abasheth me. Of life? ‘T were odd I…
Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift! By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? So sailors say, on yesterday, Just as the…
A Word. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.
A Well. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
What mystery pervades a well! The water lives so far, Like neighbor from another world Residing in a jar. The grass does not appear afraid; I often wonder he Can…
A Train Went Through A Burial Gate, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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…