Poetry Catalog

The murmuring of bees has ceased;But murmuring of somePosterior, prophetic,Has simultaneous come, -- The lower metres of the year,When nature's laugh is done, --The Revelations of the bookWhose Genesis is June. … [Read more...] about Aftermath., By: Emily Dickinson

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?Not death; for who is he?The porter of my father's lodgeAs much abasheth me. Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thingThat comprehendeth meIn one or more existencesAt Deity's decree. Of resurrection? Is the eastAfraid to trust the mornWith her fastidious forehead?As soon impeach my crown! … [Read more...] about Afraid? Of Whom Am I Afraid?, By: Emily Dickinson

Adrift! A little boat adrift!And night is coming down!Will no one guide a little boatUnto the nearest town? So sailors say, on yesterday,Just as the dusk was brown,One little boat gave up its strife,And gurgled down and down. But angels say, on yesterday,Just as the dawn was red,One little boat o'erspent with galesRetrimmed its masts, redecked its sailsExultant, onward … [Read more...] about Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift!, By: Emily Dickinson

A word is deadWhen it is said,Some say.I say it justBegins to liveThat day. … [Read more...] about A Word., By: Emily Dickinson

What mystery pervades a well!The water lives so far,Like neighbor from another worldResiding in a jar. The grass does not appear afraid;I often wonder heCan stand so close and look so boldAt what is dread to me. Related somehow they may be, --The sedge stands next the sea,Where he is floorless, yet of fearNo evidence gives he. But nature is a stranger yet;The ones that … [Read more...] about A Well., By: Emily Dickinson