Your riches taught me poverty. Myself a millionnaire In little wealths, — as girls could boast, — Till broad as Buenos Ayre, You drifted your dominions A different Peru; And…
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“Who Robbed The Woods,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will…
“Who Robbed The Woods,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will…
“Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Whether my bark went down at sea, Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails; By what mystic mooring She is held to-day,…
“Upon The Gallows Hung A Wretch,” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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…
“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…