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< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XV. While I Was Fearing It, It Came THE INEVITABLE. While I was fearing it, it came, But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it dear. There is a fitting a dismay, A fitting a despair. ‘Tis harder knowing it is […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIV. Aspiration ASPIRATION. We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies. The heroism we recite Would be a daily thing, Did not ourselves the cubits warp For fear to be a […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIII.Parting PARTING. My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, so hopeless to conceive, As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems VI. A Word Is Dead A WORD. A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of “A Word Is Dead” by Emily Dickinson   Listen to this Reading of “A Word Is Dead” Listen to […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXIV. What Inn Is This What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below? -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXIV. On Such a Night GOING. 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 know But that the little figure Rocked softer, to and fro? On such a […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXII. The Journey THE JOURNEY. Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe, Our feet reluctant led. Before were cities, but between, The forest of the dead. Retreat was out of hope, — […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXI. If Anybody’s Friend Be Dead If anybody’s friend be dead, It ‘s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive, At such and such a time. Their costume, of a Sunday, Some manner of the hair, — A prank nobody knew but them, Lost, in the […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems X. The Only Ghost I Ever Saw The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin, — so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the bird, But rapid, like the roe; His fashions quaint, mosaic, Or, […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems IX. They Dropped Like Flakes THE BATTLE-FIELD. They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless grass, — No eye could find the place; But God on his repealless list […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems VIII. I Have Not Told My Garden Yet I have not told my garden yet, Lest that should conquer me; I have not quite the strength now To break it to the bee. I will not name it in the street, For shops would stare, that I, So shy, […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems VII. I Read My Sentence Steadily I read my sentence steadily, Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause, — The date, and manner of the shame; And then the pious form That “God have mercy” on the soul The jury […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems III. At Least to Pray Is Left At least to pray is left, is left. O Jesus! in the air I know not which thy chamber is, — I ‘m knocking everywhere. Thou stirrest earthquake in the South, And maelstrom in the sea; Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Hast […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems II. Going to Heaven 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 sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at […]