Emily Dickinson - Selected Poems

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The Poems

Its all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide.

Be sure you count, should I forget, Some one the sum could tell, This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover dwell.

Escape.

I never hear the word escape
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars,
Only to fail again!

So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her,
So helpless when I turned
And bore her, struggling, blushing,
Her simple haunts beyond! For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!

My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper Of morning and the moor, They bear no other errand, And I, no other prayer.

Compensation.

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more distinctly seen,
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.

I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxgloves door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more! Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!

Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone. Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence,
Ah, what sagacity perished here! Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now youve littered all the East
With duds of emerald! And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars
And then I come away.

Playmates.

God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one,forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway. God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown!

Forbidden Fruit.

II.

Heaven is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That heaven is, to me. The color on the cruising cloud, The interdicted ground Behind the hill, the house behind, There Paradise is found!

The Lost Jewel.

I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: T will keep. I woke and chid my honest fingers,
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury! Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!