There is a Word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man – It hurls its barbed syllables And is mute again – But…
Poem
The feet of people walking home by Emily Dickinson
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go – The Crocus – till she rises The Vassal of the snow The lips at…
Frequently the woods are pink- by Emily Dickinson
Frequently the woods are pink- Frequently are brownFrequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see – And as…
I have a Bird in spring by Emily Dickinson
I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing The spring decoys. And as the summer nears – And as the Rose appears,…
On this wondrous sea by Emily Dickinson
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar Where the storm is o’er? In the peaceful…
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” by Emily Dickinson
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vinci’ Oh caput cap-a-pie! And oh…
There is another sky, by Emily Dickinson
There is another sky, Even serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind…
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine by Emily Dickinson
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for…
A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest by Emily Dickinson
A wounded deer leaps highest, I’ve heard the hunter tell; ‘T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes,The…
A Little Road Not Made Of Man by Emily Dickinson
A little road not made of man,Enabled of the eye,Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,‘T is…