No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us A February day, The brother of…
Poem
The Bee. By Emily Dickinson
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault Their chivalry…
The Battle-Field. By Emily Dickinson
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless…
The Bat. By Emily Dickinson
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halved, Describing in the air An…
The Balloon. By Emily Dickinson
You’ve seen balloons set, haven’t you? So stately they ascend It is as swans discarded you For duties diamond. Their liquid feet go softly out Upon a sea of…
That Such Have Died Enables Us By Emily Dickinson
That such have died enables us The tranquiller to die; That such have lived, certificate For immortality.
Thanksgiving Day. By Emily Dickinson
One day is there of the series Termed Thanksgiving day, Celebrated part at table, Part in memory. Neither patriarch nor pussy, I dissect the play; Seems it, to my hooded…
Talk With Prudence To A Beggar By Emily Dickinson
Talk with prudence to a beggar Of ‘Potosi’ and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines! Cautious, hint to any captive You have passed…
T Was Later When The Summer Went By Emily Dickinson
‘T WAS later when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home. ‘T was sooner when…
Sweet Hours Have Perished Here; By Emily Dickinson
Sweet hours have perished here; This is a mighty room; Within its precincts hopes have played, — Now shadows in the tomb.