Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Dickinson, Emily
In a Library by Emily Dickinson
In a Library by Emily Dickinson A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take, And warming in our own, A passage back, or two, to make To times when he was young. His quaint opinions to […]
XXVI by Emily Dickinson
XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard Was nearer than the sky, And rumbles still, though torrid noons Have lain their missiles by. The lightning that preceded it Struck no one but myself, But I would not exchange the bolt For all the rest of life. Indebtedness to oxygen The chemist may repay, But not […]
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw by Emily Dickinson
The Only Ghost I Ever Saw by Emily Dickinson The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin, ? so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the bird, But rapid, like the roe; His fashions quaint, mosaic, Or, haply, mistletoe. His conversation […]
XI.by Emily Dickinson
XI. by Emily Dickinson Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ‘T is the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur, ? you’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.