Poems on the topic: heaven

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

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.
ContemplativeEmily 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.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

If the foolish, call them "flowers"

If the foolish, call them "flowers" -- Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants "Classify" them It is just as well! Those who read the "Revelations" Must not criticize Those who read the same Edition -- With beclouded Eyes! Could we stand with that Old "Moses" -- "Canaan" denied -- Scan like him, the stately landscape On the other side -- Doubtless, we should deem superfluous Many Sciences, Not pursued by learned Angels In scholastic skies!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Child's faith is new --

The Child's faith is new -- Whole -- like His Principle -- Wide -- like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes -- Never had a Doubt -- Laughs -- at a Scruple -- Believes all sham But Paradise -- Credits the World -- Deems His Dominion Broadest of Sovereignties -- And Caesar -- mean -- In the Comparison -- Baseless Emperor -- Ruler of Nought -- Yet swaying all --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!

"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- That -- "Heaven" is -- to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud -- The interdicted Land -- Behind the Hill -- the House behind -- There -- Paradise -- is found! Her teasing Purples -- Afternoons -- The credulous -- decoy -- Enamored -- of the Conjuror -- That spurned us -- Yesterday!
InspiredEmily Dickinson

My Faith is larger than the Hills --

My Faith is larger than the Hills -- So when the Hills decay -- My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way -- 'Tis first He steps upon the Vane -- And then -- upon the Hill -- And then abroad the World He go To do His Golden Will -- And if His Yellow feet should miss -- The Bird would not arise -- The Flowers would slumber on their Stems -- No Bells have Paradise -- How dare I, therefore, stint a faith On which so vast depends -- Lest Firmament should fail for me -- The Rivet in the Bands
ContemplativeEmily 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!
ContemplativeEmily 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!
ContemplativeEmily 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!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent

I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -- To wrap its shining Yards -- Pluck up its stakes, and disappear -- Without the sound of Boards Or Rip of Nail -- Or Carpenter -- But just the miles of Stare -- That signalize a Show's Retreat -- In North America -- No Trace -- no Figment of the Thing That dazzled, Yesterday, No Ring -- no Marvel -- Men, and Feats -- Dissolved as utterly -- As Bird's far Navigation Discloses just a Hue -- A plash of Oars, a Gaiety --

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