Gedichte zum Thema: eternity

Gedichte zum Thema „eternity“ auf Poets.by.

NachdenklichEmily Dickinson

The Definition of Beauty is

The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none -- Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
NachdenklichEmily Dickinson

My period had come for Prayer --

My period had come for Prayer -- No other Art -- would do -- My Tactics missed a rudiment -- Creator -- Was it you? God grows above -- so those who pray Horizons -- must ascend -- And so I stepped upon the North To see this Curious Friend -- His House was not -- no sign had He -- By Chimney -- nor by Door Could I infer his Residence -- Vast Prairies of Air Unbroken by a Settler -- Were all that I could see -- Infinitude -- Had'st Thou no Face That I might look on Thee?
NachdenklichEmily 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 --
InspiriertEmily Dickinson

Do People moulder equally,

Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who testify it Deny that I -- am dead -- And fill my Lungs, for Witness -- From Tanks -- above my Head -- I say to you, said Jesus -- That there be standing here -- A Sort, that shall not taste of Death -- If Jesus was sincere -- I need no further Argue -- That statement of the Lord Is not a controvertible -- He told me, Death was dead --
NachdenklichEmily Dickinson

Expanse cannot be lost --

Expanse cannot be lost -- Not Joy, but a Decree Is Deity -- His Scene, Infinity -- Whose rumor's Gate was shut so tight Before my Beam was sown, Not even a Prognostic's push Could make a Dent thereon -- The World that thou hast opened Shuts for thee, But not alone, We all have followed thee -- Escape more slowly To thy Tracts of Sheen -- The Tent is listening, But the Troops are gone!
NachdenklichEmily Dickinson

Take your Heaven further on

Take your Heaven further on -- This -- to Heaven divine Has gone -- Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e'en You had seen An Eternity -- put on -- Now -- to ring a Door beyond Is the utmost of Your Hand -- To the Skies -- apologize -- Nearer to Your Courtesies Than this Sufferer polite -- Dressed to meet You -- See -- in White!
NachdenklichEmily Dickinson

This is the place they hoped before,

This is the place they hoped before, Where I am hoping now. The seed of disappointment grew Within a capsule gay, Too distant to arrest the feet That walk this plank of balm -- Before them lies escapeless sea -- The way is closed they came.
NachdenklichEmily Dickinson

My wheel is in the dark!

My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. My foot is on the Tide! An unfrequented road -- Yet have all roads A clearing at the end -- Some have resigned the Loom -- Some in the busy tomb Find quaint employ -- Some with new -- stately feet -- Pass royal through the gate -- Flinging the problem back At you and I!
NachdenklichEmily 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 --
FröhlichEmily 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 --
NachdenklichEmily Dickinson

Talk not to me of Summer Trees

Talk not to me of Summer Trees The foliage of the mind A Tabernacle is for Birds Of no corporeal kind And winds do go that way at noon To their Ethereal Homes Whose Bugles call the least of us To undepicted Realms