Poetry Catalog

As by the dead we love to sit,Become so wondrous dear,As for the lost we grapple,Though all the rest are here, -- In broken mathematicsWe estimate our prize,Vast, in its fading ratio,To our penurious eyes! … [Read more...] about As By The Dead We Love To Sit, By: Emily Dickinson

An altered look about the hills;A Tyrian light the village fills;A wider sunrise in the dawn;A deeper twilight on the lawn;A print of a vermilion foot;A purple finger on the slope;A flippant fly upon the pane;A spider at his trade again;An added strut in chanticleer;A flower expected everywhere;An axe shrill singing in the woods;Fern-odors on untravelled roads, --All this, and … [Read more...] about April., By: Emily Dickinson

Come slowly, Eden!Lips unused to thee,Bashful, sip thy jasmines,As the fainting bee, Reaching late his flower,Round her chamber hums,Counts his nectars -- enters,And is lost in balms! … [Read more...] about Apotheosis., By: Emily Dickinson

I'm wife; I've finished that, That other state; I'm Czar, I'm woman now: It's safer so. How odd the girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there! … [Read more...] about Apocalypse., By: Emily Dickinson

Our lives are Swiss, --So still, so cool,Till, some odd afternoon,The Alps neglect their curtains,And we look farther on. Italy stands the other side,While, like a guard between,The solemn Alps,The siren Alps,Forever intervene! … [Read more...] about Alpine Glow., By: Emily Dickinson