Though I get home how late, how late! So I get home, ‘t will compensate. Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me, When, night descending,…
Poem
The Rat. By Emily Dickinson
The rat is the concisest tenant. He pays no rent, — Repudiates the obligation, On schemes intent. Balking our wit To sound or circumvent, Hate cannot harm A foe so reticent….
The Railway Train. By Emily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of…
The Preacher. By Emily Dickinson
He preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow, — The broad are too broad to define; And of “truth” until it proclaimed him a liar, — The…
The Past. By Emily Dickinson
The past is such a curious creature, To look her in the face A transport may reward us, Or a disgrace. Unarmed if any meet her, I charge him,…
The Outlet. By Emily Dickinson
My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks, — Say, sea, Take…
The Oriole. By Emily Dickinson
One of the ones that Midas touched, Who failed to touch us all, Was that confiding prodigal, The blissful oriole. So drunk, he disavows it With badinage divine; So dazzling,…
The Oriole’s Secret. By Emily Dickinson
To hear an oriole sing May be a common thing, Or only a divine. It is not of the bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto crowd. The…
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw By Emily Dickinson
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin, — so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless,…
The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. By Emily Dickinson
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized. The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race; Stoops to an easy clover — Dips — evades — teases —…