Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched by noon, Sleep the meek members of the resurrection, Rafter of satin, and roof of stone. Light laughs…
Author: Samantha Evans
“Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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.
“Perhaps You’D Like To Buy A Flower?” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower? But I could never sell. If you would like to borrow Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet Beneath the village door, Until…
“Our Share Of Night To Bear” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, Some lose…
“One Dignity Delays For All,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
One dignity delays for all, One mitred afternoon. None can avoid this purple, None evade this crown. Coach it insures, and footmen, Chamber and state and throng; Bells, also, in…
“On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
On this long storm the rainbow rose, On this late morn the sun; The clouds, like listless elephants, Horizons straggled down. The birds rose smiling in their nests, The…
“New Feet Within My Garden Go,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And…
“Much Madness Is Divinest Sense” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ‘T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur, — you’re…
“Is Heaven A Physician?” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Is Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable. Is Heaven an exchequer? They speak of what we owe; But that negotiation I ‘m not…
“If You Were Coming In The Fall,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could…