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No Romance sold unto by Emily Dickinson

admin — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 18:06:49 +0000

No Romance sold unto
Could so enthrall a Man

As the perusal of
His Individual One –
‘Tis Fiction’s — When ’tis small enough
To Credit — ‘Tisn’t true!

The Soul has Bandaged moments by Emily Dickinson

admin — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 16:57:41 +0000

The Soul has Bandaged moments
When too appalled to stir
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her

Salute her with long fingers
Caress her freezing hair
Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
The Lover hovered o’er
Unworthy, that a thought so mean
Accost a Theme so fair

The soul has moments of Escape
When bursting all the doors
She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
And swings upon the Hours,

As do the Bee delirious borne
Long Dungeoned from his Rose
Touch Liberty then know no more,
But Noon, and Paradise

The Soul’s retaken moments
When, Felon led along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples, in the Song,

The Horror welcomes her, again,
These, are not brayed of Tongue

There is another sky by Emily Dickinson

admin — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 16:29:58 +0000

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Wild Nights

admin — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 10:26:08 +0000

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
Tonight with thee!