I Went to Heaven,—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Went to Heaven,—

I went to heaven,—

‘T was a small town,

Lit with a ruby,

Lathed with down.

Stiller than the fields

At the full dew,

Beautiful as pictures

No man drew.

People like the moth,

Of mechlin, frames,

Duties of gossamer,

And eider names.

Almost contented

I could be

’Mong such unique

Society.

#AmericanWriters

Piaciuto o affrontato da...

Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...

If Anybody’s Friend Be Dead

509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—

Life X. in a library (371)

A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,

A House Upon the Height

399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—

Love—is anterior to Life—

917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—

Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle

213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?

Unit, Like Death, for Whom?

408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—

Except to Heaven, She Is Nought

154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.

Before I Got my Eye Put Out

327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—

If Blame Be my Side’forfeit Me

775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…

I reckon—when I count it all

569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—

From the Chrysalis

My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

Life LXVI. WHEN I hoped I feared

LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;

He found my Being—set it up—

603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East

From Cocoon Forth a Butterfly

354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—

To hang our head—ostensibly—

105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—

Emily Dickinson

I Went to Heaven,—

Condividere

Piaciuto o affrontato da...

Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...