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Emily Dickinson

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies

As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues And partakes -- his Tongue Cooled by the Morsel for a moment Grows a fiercer thing Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa A Nutrition mean I, of a finer Famine Deem my Supper dry For but a Berry of Domingo And a Torrid Eye.

Emily Dickinson

She sped as Petals of a Rose

She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind -- A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find -- Leaving on nature -- a Default As Cricket or as Bee -- But Andes in the Bosoms where She had begun to lie --

Emily Dickinson

An Antiquated Tree

An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat Would decorate Oblivion's Remotest Consulate.

Emily Dickinson

The Summer that we did not prize,

The Summer that we did not prize, Her treasures were so easy Instructs us by departing now And recognition lazy -- Bestirs itself -- puts on its Coat, And scans with fatal promptness For Trains that moment out of sight, Unconscious of his smartness.

Emily Dickinson

Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --

Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- Dyes -- said He -- have I -- Could disparage a Flamingo -- Show Me them -- said I -- Cochineal -- I chose -- for deeming It resemble Thee -- And the little Border -- Dusker -- For resembling Me --

Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you. Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay --

Emily 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

Emily Dickinson

Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar

Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar Unless thou know'st the Tune Or every Bird will point at thee Because a Bard too soon --

Emily Dickinson

Some such Butterfly be seen

Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas -- Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet -- Then -- the License closes -- Some such Spice -- express and pass -- Subject to Your Plucking -- As the Stars -- You knew last Night -- Foreigners -- This Morning --

Emily Dickinson

A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree --

A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves -- And made the Gables laugh -- A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea -- Myself Conjectured were they Pearls -- What Necklace could be -- The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads -- The Birds jocoser sung -- The Sunshine threw his Hat away -- The Bushes -- spangles flung -- The Breezes brought dejected Lutes -- And bathed them in the Glee -- Then Orient showed a single Flag, And signed the Fete away --

Emily Dickinson

On this long storm the Rainbow rose

On this long storm the Rainbow rose -- On this late Morn -- the Sun -- The clouds -- like listless Elephants -- Horizons -- straggled down -- The Birds rose smiling, in their nests -- The gales -- indeed -- were done -- Alas, how heedless were the eyes -- On whom the summer shone! The quiet nonchalance of death -- No Daybreak -- can bestir -- The slow -- Archangel's syllables Must awaken her!

Emily Dickinson

It will be Summer -- eventually.

It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls -- with Dolls -- Will tint the pallid landscape -- As 'twere a bright Bouquet -- Thro' drifted deep, in Parian -- The Village lies -- today -- The Lilacs -- bending many a year -- Will sway with purple load -- The Bees -- will not despise the tune -- Their Forefathers -- have hummed -- The Wild Rose -- redden in the Bog -- The Aster -- on the Hill Her everlasting fashion -- set -- And Covenant Gentians -- frill --

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