Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom. What fortitude the soul contains, That it can so…
Poem
Surrender. By Emily Dickinson
Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the…
Surgeons Must Be Very Careful By Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit, — Life!
Superiority To Fate. By Emily Dickinson
Superiority to fate Is difficult to learn. ‘T is not conferred by any, But possible to earn A pittance at a time, Until, to her surprise, The soul with strict…
Superfluous Were The Sun By Emily Dickinson
Superfluous were the sun When excellence is dead; He were superfluous every day, For every day is said That syllable whose faith Just saves it from despair, And whose ‘I’ll…
Sunset. By Emily Dickinson
A sloop of amber slips away Upon an ether sea, And wrecks in peace a purple tar, The son of ecstasy.
Sunset. By Emily Dickinson
Where ships of purple gently toss On seas of daffodil, Fantastic sailors mingle, And then — the wharf is still.
Summer’s Obsequies. By Emily Dickinson
The gentian weaves her fringes, The maple’s loom is red. My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but patient illness, An hour to prepare; And one, below this morning, Is where…
Summer’s Armies. By Emily Dickinson
Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the world Cashmere I confidently see! Or else a peacock’s purple train, Feather by feather, on the plain Fritters itself away!…
Summer Shower. By Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to…