Poetry Catalog

To lose thee, sweeter than to gainAll other hearts I knew.'T is true the drought is destitute,But then I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand,Its other realm of sea;Without the sterile perquisiteNo Caspian could be. … [Read more...] about To Lose Thee, Sweeter Than To Gain, By: Emily Dickinson

To learn the transport by the pain,As blind men learn the sun;To die of thirst, suspectingThat brooks in meadows run; To stay the homesick, homesick feetUpon a foreign shoreHaunted by native lands, the while,And blue, beloved air -- This is the sovereign anguish,This, the signal woe!These are the patient laureatesWhose voices, trained below, Ascend in ceaseless … [Read more...] about To Learn The Transport By The Pain, By: Emily Dickinson

To know just how he suffered would be dear;To know if any human eyes were nearTo whom he could intrust his wavering gaze,Until it settled firm on Paradise. To know if he was patient, part content,Was dying as he thought, or different;Was it a pleasant day to die,And did the sunshine face his way? What was his furthest mind, of home, or God,Or what the distant sayAt news … [Read more...] about To Know Just How He Suffered Would Be Dear;, By: Emily Dickinson

Ellie bartended— minimum wage, tips, rent money, cash for Rachel's treatment. Crowded, voices raised, pool balls crack— a haze beneath the dim lights. A gal smoked, flicked ash, waiting for a date. "Unwritten Law" drifted through the speakers. She twirled a stripper pole— fired after one hour— punched a patron dead on the nose. He had it coming; the club … [Read more...] about Minimum Wage, Maximum Fight, By: Andrew Cyr

To help our bleaker partsSalubrious hours are given,Which if they do not fit for earthDrill silently for heaven. … [Read more...] about To Help Our Bleaker Parts, By: Emily Dickinson