I gave myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way. The wealth might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this…
Poem
The Coming Of Night. By Emily Dickinson
How the old mountains drip with sunset, And the brake of dun! How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel By the wizard sun! How the old steeples hand…
The Chariot. By Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I…
The Butterfly’s Day. By Emily Dickinson
From cocoon forth a butterfly As lady from her door Emerged — a summer afternoon — Repairing everywhere, Without design, that I could trace, Except to stray abroad On miscellaneous…
The Butterfiy’s Assumption-Gown, By Emily Dickinson
The butterfiy’s assumption-gown, In chrysoprase apartments hung, This afternoon put on. How condescending to descend, And be of buttercups the friend In a New England town!
The Bustle In A House By Emily Dickinson
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want…
The Brain. By Emily Dickinson
The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside. The brain is deeper…
The Book Of Martyrs. By Emily Dickinson
Read, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid; How many times they bore The faithful witness, Till we are helped, As if a…
The Bone That Has No Marrow; By Emily Dickinson
The bone that has no marrow; What ultimate for that? It is not fit for table, For beggar, or for cat. A bone has obligations, A being has the…
The Bluebird. By Emily Dickinson
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness, A fellow in the skies Of independent hues, A little weather-worn, Inspiriting habiliments Of indigo and brown….