He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast. It was a boundless place to me, And silenced, as the awful sea Puts minor streams to rest. And now, I’m different from before, As if I breathed superior air, Or brushed a royal gown; My feet, too, that had wandered so, My gypsy face…
He Put The Belt Around My Life, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
He put the belt around my life, — I heard the buckle snap, And turned away, imperial, My lifetime folding up Deliberate, as a duke would do A kingdom’s title-deed,…
Griefs. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I measure every grief I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size. I wonder if they bore it long, Or…
Gossip. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The leaves, like women, interchange Sagacious confidence; Somewhat of nods, and somewhat of Portentous inference, The parties in both cases Enjoining secrecy, — Inviolable compact To notoriety.
Good Night! Which Put The Candle Out? By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Good night! which put the candle out? A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent; Extinguished, now,…
Gone. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravos The bystanders will tell! Cheerful, as to the village, Tranquil, as to repose, Chastened, as to…
Going. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair, So quiet, oh, how quiet! That nobody might…
Going To Heaven! By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Going to heaven! I don’t know when, Pray do not ask me how, — Indeed, I ‘m too astonished To think of answering you! Going to heaven! — How dim it…
Given In Marriage Unto Thee, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Given in marriage unto thee, Oh, thou celestial host! Bride of the Father and the Son, Bride of the Holy Ghost! Other betrothal shall dissolve, Wedlock of will decay; Only…
Ghosts. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting External…