Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him. As nature’s curtain fell The one who bore him tottered in, For this was woman’s son. ”T was all I had,’ she stricken gasped; Oh, what a livid boon!
“Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar Until the morning sun, When one turned smiling to the land. O God, the other one! The stray ships passing spied a…
“To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe. Who win, and nations do not see, Who fall, and…
“There’s A Certain Slant Of Light,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
There’s a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes. Heavenly hurt it gives us; We can find no scar, But internal difference Where…
“The Pedigree Of Honey” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
“The One That Could Repeat The Summer Day” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The one that could repeat the summer day Were greater than itself, though he Minutest of mankind might be. And who could reproduce the sun, At period of going…
“The Heart Asks Pleasure First,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should…
“The Brain Within Its Groove” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And…
“The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly; The pretty people in the woods Receive me cordially. The brooks laugh louder when I come, The breezes…
“So Bashful When I Spied Her,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
So bashful when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I turned And…