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As far from pity, as complaint

© Emily Dickinson

As far from pity, as complaint --
As cool to speech -- as stone --
As numb to Revelation
As if my Trade were Bone --

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"

© Emily Dickinson

As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
And then reluctant turn --
My flowers raise their pretty lips --
Then put their nightgowns on.

Abraham to kill him --

© Emily Dickinson

Abraham to kill him --
Was distinctly told --
Isaac was an Urchin --
Abraham was old --

A loss of something ever felt I --

© Emily Dickinson

A loss of something ever felt I --
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was -- of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --

© Emily Dickinson

'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
And then a Tract between
Set Cypherless -- to teach the Eye
The Value of its Ten --

"Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me

© Emily Dickinson

"Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me --
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!

Glee -- The great storm is over --

© Emily Dickinson

Glee -- The great storm is over --
Four -- have recovered the Land --
Forty -- gone down together --
Into the boiling Sand --

'Twas comfort in her Dying Room

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas comfort in her Dying Room
To hear the living Clock --
A short relief to have the wind
Walk boldly up and knock --

"Arcturus" is his other name

© Emily Dickinson

"Arcturus" is his other name --
I'd rather call him "Star."
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

Through lane it lay -- through bramble

© Emily Dickinson

Through lane it lay -- through bramble --
Through clearing and through wood --
Banditti often passed us
Upon the lonely road.

I can't tell you -- but you feel it

© Emily Dickinson

I can't tell you -- but you feel it --
Nor can you tell me --
Saints, with ravished slate and pencil
Solve our April Day!

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,

© Emily Dickinson

Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,

© Emily Dickinson

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today --
I know it, by the numb look
Such Houses have -- alway --

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --

© Emily Dickinson

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise

Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality.

The house where I was born (10)

And then life; and once again
A house where I was born. Around us
The granary above what once had been a church,
The gentle play of shadow from the dawn clouds,

The house where I was born (01)

I woke up, it was the house where I was born,
Sea foam splashed against the rock,
Not a single bird, only the wind to open and close the wave,
Everywhere on the horizon the smell of ashes,

The Aged Pilot Man

© Mark Twain

On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer's day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.

Those Graves In Rome

© Larry Levis

There are places where the eye can starve,
But not here. Here, for example, is
The Piazza Navona, & here is his narrow room
Overlooking the Steps & the crowds of sunbathing