Poems begining by H
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How much the present moment means
© Emily Dickinson
How much the present moment means
To those who've nothing more --
The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist --
Stake an entire store
How much of Source escapes with thee --
© Emily Dickinson
How much of Source escapes with thee --
How chief thy sessions be --
For thou hast borne a universe
Entirely away.
How many schemes may die
© Emily Dickinson
How many schemes may die
In one short Afternoon
Entirely unknown
To those they most concern --
How many Flowers fail in Wood
© Emily Dickinson
How many Flowers fail in Wood --
Or perish from the Hill --
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful --
How know it from a Summer's Day?
© Emily Dickinson
How know it from a Summer's Day?
Its Fervors are as firm --
And nothing in the Countenance
But scintillates the same --
How happy I was if I could forget
© Emily Dickinson
How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom
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 --
How fortunate the Grave --
© Emily Dickinson
How fortunate the Grave --
All Prizes to obtain --
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.
How fleet -- how indiscreet an one --
© Emily Dickinson
How fleet -- how indiscreet an one --
How always wrong is Love --
The joyful little Deity
We are not scourged to serve --
How fits his Umber Coat
© Emily Dickinson
How fits his Umber Coat
The Tailor of the Nut?
Combined without a seam
Like Raiment of a Dream --
How firm Eternity must look
© Emily Dickinson
How firm Eternity must look
To crumbling men like me
The only Adamant Estate
In all Identity --
How far is it to Heaven?
© Emily Dickinson
How far is it to Heaven?
As far as Death this way --
Of River or of Ridge beyond
Was no discovery.
How destitute is he
© Emily Dickinson
How destitute is he
Whose Gold is firm
Who finds it every time
The small stale Sum --
How dare the robins sing,
© Emily Dickinson
How dare the robins sing,
When men and women hear
Who since they went to their account
Have settled with the year! --
Hope is a subtle Glutton --
© Emily Dickinson
Hope is a subtle Glutton --
He feeds upon the Fair --
And yet -- inspected closely
What Abstinence is there --
His voice decrepit was with Joy --
© Emily Dickinson
His voice decrepit was with Joy --
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
His oriental heresies
© Emily Dickinson
His oriental heresies
Exhilarate the Bee,
And filling all the Earth and Air
With gay apostasy
His mind of man, a secret makes
© Emily Dickinson
His mind of man, a secret makes
I meet him with a start
He carries a circumference
In which I have no part --
His Mind like Fabrics of the East
© Emily Dickinson
His Mind like Fabrics of the East
Displayed to the despair
Of everyone but here and there
An humble Purchaser --
His Mansion in the Pool
© Emily Dickinson
His Mansion in the Pool
The Frog forsakes --
He rises on a Log
And statements makes --
