Car poems
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A Rat surrendered here
© Emily Dickinson
A Rat surrendered here
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
© Emily Dickinson
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
In contrast with the things that sing
Not Birds entirely -- but Minds --
Minute Effulgencies and Winds --
A Man may make a Remark --
© Emily Dickinson
A Man may make a Remark --
In itself -- a quiet thing
That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
In dormant nature -- lain --
A little Road -- not made of Man --
© Emily Dickinson
A little Road -- not made of Man --
Enabled of the Eye --
Accessible to Thill of Bee --
Or Cart of Butterfly --
A House upon the Height
© Emily Dickinson
A House upon the Height --
That Wagon never reached --
No Dead, were ever carried down --
No Peddler's Cart -- approached --
A Bee his burnished Carriage
© Emily Dickinson
A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose --
Combinedly alighting --
Himself -- his Carriage was --
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls --
Who own the ample sea --
Or Brooches -- when the Emperor --
With Rubies -- pelteth me --
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me --
© Emily Dickinson
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me --
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place --
And when again, at Dawn,
The spry Arms of the Wind
© Emily Dickinson
The spry Arms of the Wind
If I could crawl between
I have an errand imminent
To an adjoining Zone --
The Soul has Bandaged moments --
© Emily Dickinson
The Soul has Bandaged moments --
When too appalled to stir --
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her --
Summer -- we all have seen --
© Emily Dickinson
Summer -- we all have seen --
A few of us -- believed --
A few -- the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved --
Savior! I've no one else to tell
© Emily Dickinson
Savior! I've no one else to tell --
And so I trouble thee.
I am the one forgot thee so --
Dost thou remember me?
Of Course -- I prayed
© Emily Dickinson
Of Course -- I prayed --
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird -- had stamped her foot --
No Notice gave She, but a Change --
© Emily Dickinson
No Notice gave She, but a Change --
No Message, but a Sigh --
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
No Life can pompless pass away --
© Emily Dickinson
No Life can pompless pass away --
The lowliest career
To the same Pageant wends its way
As that exalted here --
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
© Emily Dickinson
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
I hear the level Bee --
A Jar across the Flowers goes
Their Velvet Masonry --
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
© Emily Dickinson
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
To reverently peer,
Wiping away the velvet dust
Summers have sprinkled there!
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
© Emily Dickinson
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent --
To wrap its shining Yards --
Pluck up its stakes, and disappear --
Without the sound of Boards
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --
© Emily Dickinson
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences --
It's time o' year for Hay.
I Years had been from Home
© Emily Dickinson
I Years had been from Home
And now before the Door
I dared not enter, lest a Face
I never saw before
