My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be The aptitude to fly, Meadows of majesty concedes And easy sweeps of sky. So I must baffle at the hint And cipher at the sign, And make much blunder, if at last I take the clew divine.
Fringed Gentian. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
God made a little gentian; It tried to be a rose And failed, and all the summer laughed. But just before the snows There came a purple creature That ravished…
Friends. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Are friends delight or pain? Could bounty but remain Riches were good. But if they only stay Bolder to fly away, Riches are sad.
Frequently The Woods Are Pink, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Frequently the woods are pink, Frequently are brown; Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to see, And as oft a…
Forgotten. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man. It hurls its barbed syllables,– At once is mute again. But where it fell The saved will tell On…
Forbidden Fruit. II. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Heaven is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That ‘heaven’ is, to me. The color on the cruising cloud, The interdicted…
Forbidden Fruit. I. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Forbidden fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
Following. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I had no cause to be awake, My best was gone to sleep, And morn a new politeness took, And failed to wake them up, But called the…
Fire. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Ashes denote that fire was; Respect the grayest pile For the departed creature’s sake That hovered there awhile. Fire exists the first in light, And then consolidates, — Only the…
Few Get Enough By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Few get enough, — enough is one; To that ethereal throng Have not each one of us the right To stealthily belong?