Contemplative poems

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ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

'Twould ease -- a Butterfly --

'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- Elate -- a Bee -- Thou'rt neither -- Neither -- thy capacity -- But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee's Eternity -- Content of fading Is enough for me -- Fade I unto Divinity -- And Dying -- Lifetime -- Ample as the Eye -- Her least attention raise on me --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time o' year for Hay. And Broad -- Sunburned Acquaintance Discourse between the Toil -- And laugh, a homely species That makes the Fences smile -- It seems so straight to lie away From all of the noise of Fields -- The Busy Carts -- the fragrant Cocks -- The Mower's Metre -- Steals -- A Trouble lest they're homesick -- Those Farmers -- and their Wives -- Set separate from the Farming -- And all the Neighbors' lives --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

"Faithful to the end" Amended

"Faithful to the end" Amended From the Heavenly Clause -- Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors -- "Crowns of Life" are servile Prizes To the stately Heart, Given for the Giving, solely, No Emolument. -- "Faithful to the end" Amended From the Heavenly clause -- Lucrative indeed the offer But the Heart withdraws -- "I will give" the base Proviso -- Spare Your "Crown of Life" -- Those it fits, too fair to wear it --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

When I hoped, I recollect

When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- was good -- Not a Sleet could bite me -- Not a frost could cool -- Hope it was that kept me warm -- Not Merino shawl -- When I feared -- I recollect Just the Day it was -- Worlds were lying out to Sun -- Yet how Nature froze -- Icicles upon my soul Prickled Blue and Cool -- Bird went praising everywhere -- Only Me -- was still --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Joy to have merited the Pain --

Joy to have merited the Pain -- To merit the Release -- Joy to have perished every step -- To Compass Paradise -- Pardon -- to look upon thy face -- With these old fashioned Eyes -- Better than new -- could be -- for that -- Though bought in Paradise -- Because they looked on thee before -- And thou hast looked on them -- Prove Me -- My Hazel Witnesses The features are the same -- So fleet thou wert, when present -- So infinite -- when gone -- An Orient's Apparition -- Remanded of the Morn --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Like Rain it sounded till it curved

Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any Wave But swept as dry as sand -- When it had pushed itself away To some remotest Plain A coming as of Hosts was heard It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools It warbled in the Road -- It pulled the spigot from the Hills And let the Floods abroad -- It loosened acres, lifted seas The sites of Centres stirred Then like Elijah rode away Upon a Wheel of Cloud.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

A Tooth upon Our Peace

A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface -- Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace -- The Heaven hath a Hell -- Itself to signalize -- And every sign before the Place Is Gilt with Sacrifice --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I know a place where Summer strives

I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her Daisies back -- Recording briefly -- "Lost" -- But when the South Wind stirs the Pools And struggles in the lanes -- Her Heart misgives Her, for Her Vow -- And she pours soft Refrains Into the lap of Adamant -- And spices -- and the Dew -- That stiffens quietly to Quartz -- Upon her Amber Shoe --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Heaven is so far of the Mind

Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved -- The Site -- of it -- by Architect Could not again be proved -- 'Tis vast -- as our Capacity -- As fair -- as our idea -- To Him of adequate desire No further 'tis, than Here --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Further in Summer than the Birds

Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Her spirit rose to such a height

Her spirit rose to such a height Her countenance it did inflate Like one that fed on awe. More prudent to assault the dawn Than merit the ethereal scorn That effervesced from her.

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