Poems on the topic: heart

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

ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention --

Hope is a strange invention -- A Patent of the Heart -- In unremitting action Yet never wearing out -- Of this electric Adjunct Not anything is known But its unique momentum Embellish all we own --
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

Where Roses would not dare to go,

Where Roses would not dare to go, What Heart would risk the way -- And so I send my Crimson Scouts To sound the Enemy --
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 --
RomanticEmily Dickinson

Going to Him! Happy letter!

Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I only said the Syntax -- And left the Verb and the pronoun out -- Tell Him just how the fingers hurried -- Then -- how they waded -- slow -- slow -- And then you wished you had eyes in your pages -- So you could see what moved them so -- Tell Him -- it wasn't a Practised Writer -- You guessed -- from the way the sentence toiled -- You could hear the Bodice tug, behind you -- As if it held but the might of a child -- You almost pitied it -- you -- it worked so -- Tell Him -- no -- you may quibble there -- For it would split His Heart, to know it --
SadEmily Dickinson

You see I cannot see -- your lifetime

You see I cannot see -- your lifetime -- I must guess -- How many times it ache for me -- today -- Confess -- How many times for my far sake The brave eyes film -- But I guess guessing hurts -- Mine -- got so dim! Too vague -- the face -- My own -- so patient -- covers -- Too far -- the strength -- My timidness enfolds -- Haunting the Heart -- Like her translated faces -- Teasing the want -- It -- only -- can suffice!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Notice that is called the Spring

The Notice that is called the Spring Is but a month from here -- Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -- The Birds enamor Care -- Our salary the longest Day Is nothing but a Bier.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

By homely gift and hindered Words

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing -- "Nothing" is the force That renovates the World --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

The Bird her punctual music brings

The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in its place -- Its place is in the Human Heart And in the Heavenly Grace -- What respite from her thrilling toil Did Beauty ever take -- But Work might be electric Rest To those that Magic make --
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.
RomanticEmily Dickinson

The Rose did caper on her cheek

The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken men -- Did stagger pitiful -- Her fingers fumbled at her work -- Her needle would not go -- What ailed so smart a little Maid -- It puzzled me to know -- Till opposite -- I spied a cheek That bore another Rose -- Just opposite -- Another speech That like the Drunkard goes -- A Vest that like her Bodice, danced -- To the immortal tune -- Till those two troubled -- little Clocks Ticked softly into one.
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 --

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