An awful tempest mashed the air,The clouds were gaunt and few;A black, as of a spectre's cloak,Hid heaven and earth from view. The creatures chuckled on the roofsAnd whistled in the air,And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.And swung their frenzied hair. The morning lit, the birds arose;The monster's faded eyesTurned slowly to his native coast,And peace was … [Read more...] about A Tempest., By: Emily Dickinson
A Syllable., By: Emily Dickinson
Could mortal lip divineThe undeveloped freightOf a delivered syllable,'T would crumble with the weight. … [Read more...] about A Syllable., By: Emily Dickinson
A Snake., By: Emily Dickinson
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,Until we meet a snake;'T is then we sigh for houses,And our departure takeAt that enthralling gallopThat only childhood knows.A snake is summer's treason,And guile is where it goes. … [Read more...] about A Snake., By: Emily Dickinson
A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions, By: Emily Dickinson
A sickness of this world it most occasionsWhen best men die;A wishfulness their far conditionTo occupy. A chief indifference, as foreignA world must beThemselves forsake contented,For Deity. … [Read more...] about A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions, By: Emily Dickinson
A Shady Friend For Torrid Days, By: Emily Dickinson
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy, Who is to blame? The weaver? Ah! the bewildering thread! The tapestries of paradise So notelessly are made! … [Read more...] about A Shady Friend For Torrid Days, By: Emily Dickinson