Poemas sobre el tema: memory

Poemas sobre el tema «memory» en Poets.by.

ContemplativoEmily Dickinson

Through those old Grounds of memory,

Through those old Grounds of memory, The sauntering alone Is a divine intemperance A prudent man would shun. Of liquors that are vended 'Tis easy to beware But statutes do not meddle With the internal bar. Pernicious as the sunset Permitting to pursue But impotent to gather, The tranquil perfidy Alloys our firmer moments With that severest gold Convenient to the longing But otherwise withheld.
ContemplativoEmily Dickinson

To flee from memory

To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise Would scan the cowering Van Of men escaping From the mind of man
ContemplativoEmily Dickinson

The first Day that I was a Life

The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it -- How still -- That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it -- as well -- 'Twas stiller -- though the first Was still -- "Twas empty -- but the first Was full -- This -- was my finallest Occasion -- But then My tenderer Experiment Toward Men -- "Which choose I"? That -- I cannot say -- "Which choose They"? Question Memory!
SoñadorEmily 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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show -- So fairy -- so fictitious The individuals do Repealed from observation -- A Party that we knew -- More distant in an instant Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.
ContemplativoEmily 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 --
TristeEmily 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 --
TristeEmily 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 --
ContemplativoEmily 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.
ContemplativoEmily 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 --
ContemplativoEmily 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 --
SoñadorEmily 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!
ContemplativoEmily 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.