Poems on the topic: love

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

CheerfulEmily 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 --
RomanticEmily Dickinson

I see thee better -- in the Dark --

I see thee better -- in the Dark -- I do not need a Light -- The Love of Thee -- a Prism be -- Excelling Violet -- I see thee better for the Years That hunch themselves between -- The Miner's Lamp -- sufficient be -- To nullify the Mine -- And in the Grave -- I see Thee best -- Its little Panels be Aglow -- All ruddy -- with the Light I held so high, for Thee -- What need of Day -- To Those whose Dark -- hath so -- surpassing Sun -- It deem it be -- Continually -- At the Meridian?
RomanticEmily Dickinson

By a flower -- By a letter

By a flower -- By a letter -- By a nimble love -- If I weld the Rivet faster -- Final fast -- above -- Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repose! Never mind the sooty faces Tugging at the Forge!
SadEmily Dickinson

I tend my flowers for thee

I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams -- Geraniums -- tint -- and spot -- Low Daisies -- dot -- My Cactus -- splits her Beard To show her throat -- Carnations -- tip their spice -- And Bees -- pick up -- A Hyacinth -- I hid -- Puts out a Ruffled Head -- And odors fall From flasks -- so small -- You marvel how they held -- Globe Roses -- break their satin glake --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I have a Bird in spring

I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing -- The spring decoys. And as the summer nears -- And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown -- Learneth beyond the sea Melody new for me And will return. Fast is a safer hand Held in a truer Land Are mine -- And though they now depart,
RomanticEmily Dickinson

There came a Day at Summer's full

There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me -- I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections -- be -- The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all things new -- The time was scarce profaned, by speech -- The symbol of a word Was needless, as at Sacrament, The Wardrobe -- of our Lord -- Each was to each The Sealed Church, Permitted to commune this -- time -- Lest we too awkward show At Supper of the Lamb.
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

The Service without Hope --

The Service without Hope -- Is tenderest, I think -- Because 'tis unsustained By stint -- Rewarded Work -- Has impetus of Gain -- And impetus of Goal -- There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until --
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 --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses Yellow

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly Like a Lover's Words.
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

The Flower must not blame the Bee

The Flower must not blame the Bee -- That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door -- But teach the Footman from Vevay -- Mistress is "not at home" -- to say -- To people -- any more!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Joy to have merited the Pain --

Joy to have merited the Pain -- To merit the Release -- Joy to have perished every step -- To Compass Paradise -- Pardon -- to look upon thy face -- With these old fashioned Eyes -- Better than new -- could be -- for that -- Though bought in Paradise -- Because they looked on thee before -- And thou hast looked on them -- Prove Me -- My Hazel Witnesses The features are the same -- So fleet thou wert, when present -- So infinite -- when gone -- An Orient's Apparition -- Remanded of the Morn --

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