Cheerful poems

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CheerfulEmily Dickinson

Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has

Forbidden fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music --

Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old. Loose the Flood -- you shall find it patent -- Gush after Gush, reserved for you -- Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas! Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

A something in a summer's Day

A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's noon -- A depth -- an Azure -- a perfume -- Transcending ecstasy. And still within a summer's night A something so transporting bright I clap my hands to see -- Then veil my too inspecting face Lets such a subtle -- shimmering grace Flutter too far for me -- The wizard fingers never rest -- The purple brook within the breast Still chafes it narrow bed -- Still rears the East her amber Flag --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

I cannot dance upon my Toes

I cannot dance upon my Toes -- No Man instructed me -- But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me, That had I Ballet knowledge -- Would put itself abroad In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe -- Or lay a Prima, mad, And though I had no Gown of Gauze -- No Ringlet, to my Hair, Nor hopped to Audiences -- like Birds, One Claw upon the Air, Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls, Nor rolled on wheels of snow Till I was out of sight, in sound, The House encore me so --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --

Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- Dyes -- said He -- have I -- Could disparage a Flamingo -- Show Me them -- said I -- Cochineal -- I chose -- for deeming It resemble Thee -- And the little Border -- Dusker -- For resembling Me --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves

The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves Her unintending Eyes -- Took her own Heart, including ours, By innocent Surprise -- The wrestle in her simple Throat To hold the feeling down That vanquished her -- defeated Feat -- Was Fervor's sudden Crown --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree --

A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -- And made the Gables laugh -- A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea -- Myself Conjectured were they Pearls -- What Necklace could be -- The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads -- The Birds jocoser sung -- The Sunshine threw his Hat away -- The Bushes -- spangles flung -- The Breezes brought dejected Lutes -- And bathed them in the Glee -- Then Orient showed a single Flag, And signed the Fete away --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

Dying at my music!

Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave's run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando! Phials left, and the Sun!
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

'Twas a long Parting -- but the time

'Twas 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 -- No Lifetime -- on Them -- Appareled as the new Unborn -- except They had beheld -- Born infiniter -- now -- Was Bridal -- e'er like This? A Paradise -- the Host -- And Cherubim -- and Seraphim -- The unobtrusive Guest --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

Snow flakes.

Snow flakes. I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly I did resign the prig, And ten of my once stately toes Are marshalled for a jig!
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" And then reluctant turn -- My flowers raise their pretty lips -- Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake Merry that it is Morn -- My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again.

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