Poems on the topic: despair

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

ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Heaven vests for Each

The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer's Day -- Half shrinking from the Glory It importuned to see Till these faint Tabernacles drop In full Eternity -- How imminent the Venture -- As one should sue a Star -- For His mean sake to leave the Row And entertain Despair -- A Clemency so common -- We almost cease to fear -- Enabling the minutest -- And furthest -- to adore --
SadEmily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed That Sense was breaking through -- And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum -- Kept beating -- beating -- till I thought My Mind was going numb -- And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space -- began to toll, As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must follow too. If we demur, its gaping sides Disclose as 'twere a Tomb Ourself am lying straight wherein The Favorite of Doom. When it has just contained a Life Then, Darling, it will close And yet so bolder every Day So turbulent it grows I'm tempted half to stitch it up With a remaining Breath I should not miss in yielding, though To Him, it would be Death --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

My life closed twice before its close --

My life closed twice before its close -- It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive As these that twice befell. Parting is all we know of heaven, And all we need of hell.
SadEmily Dickinson

A great Hope fell

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in The mind was built for mighty Freight For dread occasion planned How often foundering at Sea Ostensibly, on Land A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it And there were troughs beside A closing of the simple lid That opened to the sun Until the tender Carpenter
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

The Soul has Bandaged moments --

The Soul has Bandaged moments -- When too appalled to stir -- She feels some ghastly Fright come up And stop to look at her -- Salute her -- with long fingers -- Caress her freezing hair -- Sip, Goblin, from the very lips The Lover -- hovered -- o'er -- Unworthy, that a thought so mean Accost a Theme -- so -- fair -- The soul has moments of Escape -- When bursting all the doors -- She dances like a Bomb, abroad, And swings upon the Hours, As do the Bee -- delirious borne -- Long Dungeoned from his Rose --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Did Our Best Moment last

Did Our Best Moment last -- 'Twould supersede the Heaven -- A few -- and they by Risk -- procure -- So this Sort -- are not given -- Except as stimulants -- in Cases of Despair -- Or Stupor -- The Reserve -- These Heavenly Moments are -- A Grant of the Divine -- That Certain as it Comes -- Withdraws -- and leaves the dazzled Soul In her unfurnished Rooms
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Had I presumed to hope --

Had I presumed to hope -- The loss had been to Me A Value -- for the Greatness' Sake -- As Giants -- gone away -- Had I presumed to gain A Favor so remote -- The failure but confirm the Grace In further Infinite -- 'Tis failure -- not of Hope -- But Confident Despair -- Advancing on Celestial Lists -- With faint -- Terrestial power -- 'Tis Honor -- though I die -- For That no Man obtain Till He be justified by Death -- This -- is the Second Gain --
SadEmily Dickinson

How happy I was if I could forget

How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom Keeps making November difficult Till I who was almost bold Lose my way like a little Child And perish of the cold.
SadEmily Dickinson

It would have starved a Gnat --

It would have starved a Gnat -- To live so small as I -- And yet I was a living Child -- With Food's necessity Upon me -- like a Claw -- I could no more remove Than I could coax a Leech away -- Or make a Dragon -- move -- Not like the Gnat -- had I -- The privilege to fly And seek a Dinner for myself -- How mightier He -- than I -- Nor like Himself -- the Art Upon the Window Pane To gad my little Being out -- And not begin -- again --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- Empty the Hearts that purchased you -- -- Sister of Ophir -- Ah, Peru -- Subtle the Sum That purchase you -- -- Brother of Ophir Bright Adieu, Honor, the shortest route To you.

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