Poeticous Logo
es
English Español Français Italiano
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

He Strained my Faith

497
 
He strained my faith—
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust—
Did it then—yield?
 
Hurled my belief—
But—did he shatter—it?
Racked—with suspense—
Not a nerve failed!
 
Wrung me—with Anguish—
But I never doubted him—
‘Tho’ for what wrong
He did never say—
 
Stabbed—while I sued
His sweet forgiveness—
Jesus—it’s your little “John”!
Don’t you know—me?

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

¿Disfrutate esta lectura? ¡invítanos a un café!.
Tu ayuda nos permite existir.
Otras obras de Emily Dickinson...
It’s All I Have to Bring Today

26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
The Notice that is called the Spring

The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
We Learned the Whole of Love

568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
 1
My Reward for Being, Was This

343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
At least—to pray—is left—is left

502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
Life LIX. I took my power in my hand

LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
 2
Dust Is the Only Secret

153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
Bless God, He Went as Soldiers

147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
Life XXXVI. I never hear the word “escape”

XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
Nature LXXIII: I ’LL tell you how the sun rose

LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
 1
I learned—at least—what Home could be

944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
There is no Silence in the Earth

There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
 1
Ambition Cannot Find Him

68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
 1
Ample Make This Bed.

Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
A Bird Came Down

A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
 1



Arriba