Tag: Love

• Notes for Emily Dickinson’s poetry

  The manuscripts for Emily Dickinson’s poetry are very questionable. Her skill holds.

• Index, Love

  LINKS to poems in first print order, Mine, Bequest, Alter? More→

• Mine

  MINE by the right of the white election! Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison Bars cannot conceal! More→

• Bequest

  YOU left me sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of… More→

• Alter?

  ALTER? When the hills do. Falter? When the sun Question if his glory Be the perfect one. More→

• Suspense

  E LYSIUM is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom. More→

• Surrender

  DOUBT me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, — Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! More→

• If You Were Coming in the Fall

  IF you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I’d…

• With a Flower

  IHIDE myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest. More→

• Proof

  T HAT I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough. More→

• Have You Got a Brook

  HAVE you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so? And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there; And yet your little draught of life Is daily drunken there. More→

• Transplanted

  AS if some little Arctic flower, Upon the polar hem, Went wandering down the latitudes, Until it puzzled came To continents of summer… More→

• The Outlet

  MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh, sea, look graciously! More→

• In Vain

  ICANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life — his porcelain, Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint or broken; A newer Sevres pleases, Old ones crack. More→

• Renunciation

  THERE came a day at summer’s full Entirely for me; I thought that such were for the saints, Where revelations be. The sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all things new. More→

• Love’s Baptism

  I’M ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now, And they can put it with my dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools I’ve finished threading, too. Baptized before without the choice, But this time consciously, of grace Unto supremest…

• Resurrection

  IT was a long parting, but the time For interview had come; Before the judgment-seat of God, The last and second time These fleshless lovers met, A heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another’s eyes. More→

• Apocalypse

  I’M wife; I’ve finished that, That other state; I’m Czar, I’m woman now: It’s safer so. More→

• The Wife

  SHE to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. More→

• Apotheosis

  COME slowly, Eden! Lips unused to thee; Bashful, sip thy jasmines… More→