We pray—to Heaven—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

We pray—to Heaven—

489

We pray—to Heaven—

We prate—of Heaven—

Relate—when Neighbors die—

At what o’clock to heaven—they fled—

Who saw them—Wherefore fly?

Is Heaven a Place—a Sky—a Tree?

Location’s narrow way is for Ourselves—

Unto the Dead

There’s no Geography—

But State—Endowal—Focus—

Where&m dash;Omnipresence—fly?

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

Vous avez aimé cette lecture ? Offrez-nous un café !.
Votre aide nous permet d'exister.

Autres oeuvres par Emily Dickinson...

Time IV. Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (124)

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…

You Cannot Put a Fire Out

530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—

Of All the Sounds Despatched Abroad

321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—

So Set Its Sun in Thee

808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see

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—

Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me a Strain Divine

Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…

No Bobolink—reverse His Singing

755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—

I Never Lost as Much But Twice

49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!

Could I—then—shut the door—

220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?

The Road Was Lit With Moon and Star

The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars

This Heart That Broke So Long

145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—

Except the Heaven Had Come So Near

472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—

A Shade Upon the Mind There Passes

882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering

Midsummer, Was It, When They Died

962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—

Whether my Bark Went Down at Sea

52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—

Emily Dickinson

We pray—to Heaven—

Partager

Autres oeuvres par Emily Dickinson...