Car poems
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I send Two Sunsets
© Emily Dickinson
I send Two Sunsets --
Day and I -- in competition ran --
I finished Two -- and several Stars --
While He -- was making One --
I got so I could take his name
© Emily Dickinson
I got so I could take his name --
Without -- Tremendous gain --
That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul --
And Thunder -- in the Room --
I gave myself to Him --
© Emily Dickinson
I gave myself to Him --
And took Himself, for Pay,
The solemn contract of a Life
Was ratified, this way --
How soft a Caterpillar steps --
© Emily Dickinson
How soft a Caterpillar steps --
I fond one on my Hand
From such a velvet world it comes
Such plushes at command
Heart, not so heavy as mine
© Emily Dickinson
Heart, not so heavy as mine
Wending late home --
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune --
Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass --
© Emily Dickinson
Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass --
'Tis many a tiny Mill
Turns unperceived beneath our feet
And Artisan lies still --
Conferring with myself
© Emily Dickinson
Conferring with myself
My stranger disappeared
Though first upon a berry fat
Miraculously fared
A great Hope fell
© Emily Dickinson
A great Hope fell
You heard no noise
The Ruin was within
Oh cunning wreck that told no tale
And let no Witness in
We should not mind so small a flower
© Emily Dickinson
We should not mind so small a flower --
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again.
Surgeons must be very careful
© Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit -- Life!
She slept beneath a tree
© Emily Dickinson
She slept beneath a tree --
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute --
She recognized the foot --
Put on her carmine suit
And see!
Put up my lute!
© Emily Dickinson
Put up my lute!
What of -- my Music!
Since the sole ear I cared to charm --
Passive -- as Granite -- laps My Music --
Sobbing -- will suit -- as well as psalm!
Poor little Heart!
© Emily Dickinson
Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
On such a night, or such a night,
© Emily Dickinson
On such a night, or such a night,
Would anybody care
If such a little figure
Slipped quiet from its chair --
Of all the Souls that stand create --
© Emily Dickinson
Of all the Souls that stand create --
I have elected -- One --
When Sense from Spirit -- files away --
And Subterfuge -- is done --
I am alive -- I guess
© Emily Dickinson
I am alive -- I guess --
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory --
And at my finger's end --
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart
© Emily Dickinson
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart --
That sat it down to rest --
Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day
Flowed silver to the West --
I had a guinea golden
© Emily Dickinson
I had a crimson Robin --
Who sang full many a day
But when the woods were painted,
He, too, did fly away --
The Sun in reigning to the West
© Emily Dickinson
The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
© Emily Dickinson
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --
