I took my power in my hand. And went against the world; ‘T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold. I aimed my pebble, but myself Was all the one that fell. Was it Goliath was too large, Or only I too small?
The Distance That The Dead Have Gone By Emily Dickinson
The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed…
The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun, By Emily Dickinson
The daisy follows soft the sun, And when his golden walk is done, Sits shyly at his feet. He, waking, finds the flower near. “Wherefore, marauder, art thou…
The Contract. By Emily Dickinson
I gave myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way. The wealth might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this…
The Coming Of Night. By Emily Dickinson
How the old mountains drip with sunset, And the brake of dun! How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel By the wizard sun! How the old steeples hand…
The Chariot. By Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I…
The Butterfly’s Day. By Emily Dickinson
From cocoon forth a butterfly As lady from her door Emerged — a summer afternoon — Repairing everywhere, Without design, that I could trace, Except to stray abroad On miscellaneous…
The Butterfiy’s Assumption-Gown, By Emily Dickinson
The butterfiy’s assumption-gown, In chrysoprase apartments hung, This afternoon put on. How condescending to descend, And be of buttercups the friend In a New England town!
The Bustle In A House By Emily Dickinson
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want…
The Brain. By Emily Dickinson
The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside. The brain is deeper…