It Was Too Late for Man, by Emily Dickinson

“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!

How Well I Knew Her Not

837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.

A little Madness in the Spring

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -

Morns like these—we parted—

27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.

I Tried to Think a Lonelier Thing

532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—

The Soul Selects Her Own Society

The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…

Don’T Put Up my Thread and Needle

617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—

Her Breast Is Fit for Pearls

84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.

I’Ve Known a Heaven, Like a Tent

243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards

The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot

423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—

May-Flower

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,

Of Bronze — and Blaze —

319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—

Emily Dickinson

It Was Too Late for Man

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