Poems on the topic: death

Poems on the topic “death” on Poets.by.

ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Butterfly in honored Dust

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

We pray -- to Heaven

We pray -- to Heaven -- We prate -- of Heaven -- Relate -- when Neighbors die -- At what o'clock to heaven -- they fled -- Who saw them -- Wherefore fly? Is Heaven a Place -- a Sky -- a Tree? Location's narrow way is for Ourselves -- Unto the Dead There's no Geography -- But State -- Endowal -- Focus -- Where -- Omnipresence -- fly?
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The feet of people walking home

The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go -- The Crocus -- til she rises The Vassal of the snow -- The lips at Hallelujah Long years of practise bore Til bye and bye these Bargemen Walked singing on the shore. Pearls are the Diver's farthings Extorted from the Sea -- Pinions -- the Seraph's wagon Pedestrian once -- as we -- Night is the morning's Canvas Larceny -- legacy -- Death, but our rapt attention To Immortality.
DreamyEmily Dickinson

Would you like summer? Taste of ours.

Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the parching! Weary! Furloughs of down! Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on! Captive! We bring reprieve of roses! Fainting! Flasks of air! Even for Death, a fairy medicine. But, which is it, sir?
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues And partakes -- his Tongue Cooled by the Morsel for a moment Grows a fiercer thing Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa A Nutrition mean I, of a finer Famine Deem my Supper dry For but a Berry of Domingo And a Torrid Eye.
SadEmily Dickinson

She sped as Petals of a Rose

She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind -- A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find -- Leaving on nature -- a Default As Cricket or as Bee -- But Andes in the Bosoms where She had begun to lie --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the seeking for Is all that's left them, now --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

An Antiquated Tree

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat Would decorate Oblivion's Remotest Consulate.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I died for Beauty -- but was scarce

I died for Beauty -- but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining room -- He questioned softly "Why I failed"? "For Beauty", I replied -- "And I -- for Truth -- Themself are One -- We Brethren, are", He said -- And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night -- We talked between the Rooms -- Until the Moss had reached our lips -- And covered up -- our names --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Love -- is that later Thing than Death --

Love -- is that later Thing than Death -- More previous -- than Life -- Confirms it at its entrance -- And Usurps it -- of itself -- Tastes Death -- the first -- to hand the sting The Second -- to its friend -- Disarms the little interval -- Deposits Him with God -- Then hovers -- an inferior Guard -- Lest this Beloved Charge Need -- once in an Eternity -- A smaller than the Large --

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