Dikter om ämnet: memory

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DrömmandeEmily Dickinson

As Sleigh Bells seem in summer

As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show -- So fairy -- so fictitious The individuals do Repealed from observation -- A Party that we knew -- More distant in an instant Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.
EftertänksamEmily Dickinson

Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril

Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril Tree and Traveller stood -- Filled was the Air with merry venture Hearty with Boys the Road -- Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations Emphasized and gone It is the Past's supreme italic Makes this Present mean --
SorgsenEmily Dickinson

Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --

Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- Your Vision -- was in June -- And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied -- too -- of mine -- And overtaken in the Dark -- Where You had put me down -- By Some one carrying a Light -- I -- too -- received the Sign. 'Tis true -- Our Futures different lay -- Your Cottage -- faced the sun -- While Oceans -- and the North must be -- On every side of mine 'Tis true, Your Garden led the Bloom, For mine -- in Frosts -- was sown -- And yet, one Summer, we were Queens -- But You -- were crowned in June --
SorgsenEmily Dickinson

I got so I could take his name

I got so I could take his name -- Without -- Tremendous gain -- That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul -- And Thunder -- in the Room -- I got so I could walk across That Angle in the floor, Where he turned so, and I turned -- how -- And all our Sinew tore -- I got so I could stir the Box -- In which his letters grew Without that forcing, in my breath -- As Staples -- driven through -- Could dimly recollect a Grace -- I think, they call it "God" -- Renowned to ease Extremity -- When Formula, had failed --
EftertänksamEmily Dickinson

The last of Summer is Delight --

The last of Summer is Delight -- Deterred by Retrospect. 'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review -- Enchantment's Syndicate. To meet it -- nameless as it is -- Without celestial Mail -- Audacious as without a Knock To walk within the Veil.
EftertänksamEmily Dickinson

When I hoped, I recollect

When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- was good -- Not a Sleet could bite me -- Not a frost could cool -- Hope it was that kept me warm -- Not Merino shawl -- When I feared -- I recollect Just the Day it was -- Worlds were lying out to Sun -- Yet how Nature froze -- Icicles upon my soul Prickled Blue and Cool -- Bird went praising everywhere -- Only Me -- was still --
EftertänksamEmily 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 --
DrömmandeEmily Dickinson

"Lethe" in my flower,

"Lethe" in my flower, Of which they who drink In the fadeless orchards Hear the bobolink! Merely flake or petal As the Eye beholds Jupiter! my father! I perceive the rose!
EftertänksamEmily Dickinson

We should not mind so small a flower

We should not mind so small a flower -- Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again. So spicy her Carnations nod -- So drunken, reel her Bees -- So silver steal a hundred flutes From out a hundred trees -- That whoso sees this little flower By faith may clear behold The Bobolinks around the throne And Dandelions gold.
EftertänksamEmily Dickinson

One Day is there of the Series

One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor Pussy I dissect the Play Seems it to my Hooded thinking Reflex Holiday. Had there been no sharp Subtraction From the early Sum -- Not an Acre or a Caption Where was once a Room -- Not a Mention, whose small Pebble Wrinkled any Sea, Unto Such, were such Assembly 'Twere Thanksgiving Day.
EftertänksamEmily Dickinson

When Memory is full

When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid -- This Morning's finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said --
EftertänksamEmily Dickinson

The One who could repeat the Summer day

The One who could repeat the Summer day -- Were greater than itself -- though He Minutest of Mankind should be -- And He -- could reproduce the Sun -- At period of going down -- The Lingering -- and the Stain -- I mean -- When Orient have been outgrown And Occident -- become Unknown -- His Name -- remain --