Good poems
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Unto my Books -- so good to turn --
© Emily Dickinson
Unto my Books -- so good to turn --
Far ends of tired Days --
It half endears the Abstinence --
And Pain -- is missed -- in Praise --
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
© Emily Dickinson
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
To Food --
Far off -- He sighs -- and therefore -- Hopeless --
And therefore -- Good --
The Symptom of the Gale --
© Emily Dickinson
The Symptom of the Gale --
The Second of Dismay --
Between its Rumor and its Face --
Is almost Revelry --
The Snow that never drifts --
© Emily Dickinson
The Snow that never drifts --
The transient, fragrant snow
That comes a single time a Year
Is softly driving now --
The good Will of a Flower
© Emily Dickinson
The good Will of a Flower
The Man who would possess
Must first present
Certificate
Of minted Holiness.
The Clouds their Backs together laid
© Emily Dickinson
The Clouds their Backs together laid
The North begun to push
The Forests galloped till they fell
The Lightning played like mice
Rather arid delight
© Emily Dickinson
Rather arid delight
If Contentment accrue
Make an abstemious Ecstasy
Not so good as joy --
Peril as a Possesssion
© Emily Dickinson
Peril as a Possesssion
'Tis Good to hear
Danger disintegrates Satiety
There's Basis there --
On the World you colored
© Emily Dickinson
On the World you colored
Morning painted rose --
Idle his Vermillion
Aimlessly crept the Glows
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
© Emily Dickinson
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
"A Soul has gone to Heaven"
I'm answered in a lonesome tone --
Is Heaven then a Prison?
Not at Home to Callers
© Emily Dickinson
Not at Home to Callers
Says the Naked Tree --
Bonnet due in April --
Wishing you Good Day --
It tossed -- and tossed --
© Emily Dickinson
It tossed -- and tossed --
A little Brig I knew -- o'ertook by Blast --
It spun -- and spun --
And groped delirious, for Morn --
How good his Lava Bed,
© Emily Dickinson
How good his Lava Bed,
To this laborious Boy --
Who must be up to call the World
And dress the sleepy Day --
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
© Emily Dickinson
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
Better, to be found,
If one care to, that is,
The Fox fits the Hound --
Expectation -- is Contentment --
© Emily Dickinson
Expectation -- is Contentment --
Gain -- Satiety --
But Satiety -- Conviction
Of Necessity
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.
An antiquated Grace
© Emily Dickinson
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be
© Emily Dickinson
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be --
Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me?
At Midnight, I am but a Maid,
How short it takes to make a Bride --
Then -- Midnight, I have passed from thee
Unto the East, and Victory --
A train went through a burial gate,
© Emily Dickinson
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person --
© Emily Dickinson
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person --
I would not be --
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie --
