Poems on the topic: longing

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

SadEmily Dickinson

Absent Place -- an April Day --

Absent Place -- an April Day -- Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow -- Drift may block within it Deeper than without -- Daffodil delight but Him it duplicate --
SadEmily Dickinson

So give me back to Death --

So give me back to Death -- The Death I never feared Except that it deprived of thee -- And now, by Life deprived, In my own Grave I breathe And estimate its size -- Its size is all that Hell can guess -- And all that Heaven was --
RomanticEmily Dickinson

The Moon is distant from the Sea

The Moon is distant from the Sea -- And yet, with Amber Hands -- She leads Him -- docile as a Boy -- Along appointed Sands -- He never misses a Degree -- Obedient to Her Eye He comes just so far -- toward the Town -- Just so far -- goes away -- Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand -- And mine -- the distant Sea -- Obedient to the least command Thine eye impose on me --
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
DreamyEmily Dickinson

Teach Him -- When He makes the names

Teach Him -- When He makes the names -- Such an one -- to say -- On his babbling -- Berry -- lips -- As should sound -- to me -- Were my Ear -- as near his nest -- As my thought -- today -- As should sound -- "Forbid us not" -- Some like "Emily."
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

The waters chased him as he fled,

The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home with me, my friend -- My parlor is of shriven glass, My pantry has a fish For every palate in the Year" -- To this revolting bliss The object floating at his side Made no distinct reply.
RomanticEmily Dickinson

You know that Portrait in the Moon --

You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the stooping eyes -- A fog for -- Say -- Whose Sake? The very Pattern of the Cheek -- It varies -- in the Chin -- But -- Ishmael -- since we met -- 'tis long -- And fashions -- intervene -- When Moon's at full -- 'Tis Thou -- I say -- My lips just hold the name -- When crescent -- Thou art worn -- I note -- But -- there -- the Golden Same -- And when -- Some Night -- Bold -- slashing Clouds Cut Thee away from Me -- That's easier -- than the other film That glazes Holiday --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

Tho' I get home how late -- how late

Tho' I get home how late -- how late -- So I get home - 'twill compensate -- Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me -- When Night -- descending -- dumb -- and dark -- They hear my unexpected knock -- Transporting must the moment be -- Brewed from decades of Agony! To think just how the fire will burn -- Just how long-cheated eyes will turn -- To wonder what myself will say, And what itself, will say to me -- Beguiles the Centuries of way!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Each Life Converges to some Centre --

Each Life Converges to some Centre -- Expressed -- or still -- Exists in every Human Nature A Goal -- Embodied scarcely to itself -- it may be -- Too fair For Credibility's presumption To mar -- Adored with caution -- as a Brittle Heaven -- To reach Were hopeless, as the Rainbow's Raiment To touch -- Yet persevered toward -- sure -- for the Distance -- How high -- Unto the Saint's slow diligence -- The Sky --
SadEmily Dickinson

A Door just opened on a street --

A Door just opened on a street -- I -- lost -- was passing by -- An instant's Width of Warmth disclosed -- And Wealth -- and Company. The Door as instant shut -- And I -- I -- lost -- was passing by -- Lost doubly -- but by contrast -- most -- Informing -- misery --
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

Oh Future! thou secreted peace

Oh Future! thou secreted peace Or subterranean woe -- Is there no wandering route of grace That leads away from thee -- No circuit sage of all the course Descried by cunning Men To balk thee of thy sacred Prey -- Advancing to thy Den --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Of Life to own --

Of Life to own -- From Life to draw -- But never tough the reservoir --

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