Poems on the topic: transience

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

ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Notice that is called the Spring

The Notice that is called the Spring Is but a month from here -- Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -- The Birds enamor Care -- Our salary the longest Day Is nothing but a Bier.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Away from Home are some and I --

Away from Home are some and I -- An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly -- The Habit of a Foreign Sky We -- difficult -- acquire As Children, who remain in Face The more their Feet retire.
DreamyEmily Dickinson

From Cocoon forth a Butterfly

From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged -- a Summer Afternoon -- Repairing Everywhere -- Without Design -- that I could trace Except to stray abroad On Miscellaneous Enterprise The Clovers -- understood -- Her pretty Parasol be seen Contracting in a Field Where Men made Hay -- Then struggling hard With an opposing Cloud -- Where Parties -- Phantom as Herself -- To Nowhere -- seemed to go In purposeless Circumference --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Did life's penurious length

Did life's penurious length Italicize its sweetness, The men that daily live Would stand so deep in joy That it would clog the cogs Of that revolving reason Whose esoteric belt Protects our sanity.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Funny -- to be a Century

Funny -- to be a Century -- And see the People -- going by -- I -- should die of the Oddity -- But then -- I'm not so staid -- as He -- He keeps His Secrets safely -- very -- Were He to tell -- extremely sorry This Bashful Globe of Ours would be -- So dainty of Publicity --
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death --

Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death -- Death -- tho'soever Broad, Is Just Death, and cannot increase -- Suspense -- does not conclude -- But perishes -- to live anew -- But just anew to die -- Annihilation -- plated fresh With Immortality --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

'Twas later when the summer went

'Twas later when the summer went Than when the Cricket came -- And yet we knew that gentle Clock Meant nought but Going Home -- 'Twas sooner when the Cricket went Than when the Winter came Yet that pathetic Pendulum Keeps esoteric Time.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Summer laid her simple Hat

Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf -- Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer -- Wheresoe'er, or was she -- The demand of Awe?
DreamyEmily 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.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Except to Heaven, she is nought.

Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels -- lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. Except for winds -- provincial. Except by Butterflies Unnoticed as a single dew That on the Acre lies. The smallest Housewife in the grass, Yet take her from the Lawn And somebody has lost the face That made Existence -- Home!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Time does go on --

Time does go on -- I tell it gay to those who suffer now -- They shall survive -- There is a sun -- They don't believe it now --
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

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