Car poems
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The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
© Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun --
The Stars are old, that stood for me --
© Emily Dickinson
The Stars are old, that stood for me --
The West a little worn --
Yet newer glows the only Gold
I ever cared to earn --
The Props assist the House
© Emily Dickinson
The Props assist the House
Until the House is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The Notice that is called the Spring
© Emily Dickinson
The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here --
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
© Emily Dickinson
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
At Evening, it is not --
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop upon a Spot
The Murmur of a Bee
© Emily Dickinson
The Murmur of a Bee
A Witchcraft -- yieldeth me --
If any ask me why --
'Twere easier to die --
Than tell --
The Morning after Woe
© Emily Dickinson
The Morning after Woe --
'Tis frequently the Way --
Surpasses all that rose before --
For utter Jubilee --
The Gentian has a parched Corolla --
© Emily Dickinson
When most is part -- it comes --
Nor isolate it seems
Its Bond its Friend --
To fill its Fringed career
And aid an aged Year
Abundant end --
The face I carry with me -- last
© Emily Dickinson
The face I carry with me -- last --
When I go out of Time --
To take my Rank -- by -- in the West --
That face -- will just be thine --
The Day undressed -- Herself --
© Emily Dickinson
The Day undressed -- Herself --
Her Garter -- was of Gold --
Her Petticoat -- of Purple plain --
Her Dimities -- as old
The Day that I was crowned
© Emily Dickinson
The Day that I was crowned
Was like the other Days --
Until the Coronation came --
And then -- 'twas Otherwise --
Taken from men -- this morning
© Emily Dickinson
Taken from men -- this morning --
Carried by men today --
Met by the Gods with banners --
Who marshalled her away --
Such is the Force of Happiness --
© Emily Dickinson
Such is the Force of Happiness --
The Least -- can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus --
So large my Will
© Emily Dickinson
So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy --
She's happy, with a new Content --
© Emily Dickinson
She's happy, with a new Content --
That feels to her -- like Sacrament --
She's busy -- with an altered Care --
As just apprenticed to the Air --
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove
© Emily Dickinson
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove --
Till we -- are stouter --
What they -- renounced --
Till we -- are less afraid --
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --
© Emily Dickinson
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --
Your Vision -- was in June --
And when Your little Lifetime failed,
I wearied -- too -- of mine --
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
© Emily Dickinson
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a Charge to me
Like that old measure in the Boughs --
That phraseless Melody --
Not seeing, still we know --
© Emily Dickinson
Not seeing, still we know --
Not knowing, guess --
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress --
Myself was formed -- a Carpenter
© Emily Dickinson
Myself was formed -- a Carpenter --
An unpretending time
My Plane -- and I, together wrought
Before a Builder came --
