Love poems

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Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell

© Emily Dickinson

Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
Be once disclosed to us
The clamor for their loveliness
Would burst the Loneliness --

Come show thy Durham Breast

© Emily Dickinson

Come show thy Durham Breast
To her who loves thee best,
Delicious Robin --
And if it be not me

By a flower -- By a letter

© Emily Dickinson

By a flower -- By a letter --
By a nimble love --
If I weld the Rivet faster --
Final fast -- above --

But little Carmine hath her face --

© Emily Dickinson

But little Carmine hath her face --
Of Emerald scant -- her Gown --
Her Beauty -- is the love she doth --
Itself -- exhibit -- Mine --

Behold this little Bane --

© Emily Dickinson

Behold this little Bane --
The Boon of all alive --
As common as it is unknown
The name of it is Love --

Because that you are going

© Emily Dickinson

Because that you are going
And never coming back
And I, however absolute,
May overlook your Track --

Because He loves Her

© Emily Dickinson

Because He loves Her
We will pry and see if she is fair
What difference is on her Face
From Features others wear.

As plan for Noon and plan for Night

© Emily Dickinson

As plan for Noon and plan for Night
So differ Life and Death
In positive Prospective --
The Foot upon the Earth

Absence disembodies -- so does Death

© Emily Dickinson

Absence disembodies -- so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love --
Tenderness decreases as we prove --

A Word made Flesh is seldom

© Emily Dickinson

A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook

A Shade upon the mind there passes

© Emily Dickinson

A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering

A face devoid of love or grace,

© Emily Dickinson

A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances --
First time together thrown.

'Twas the old -- road -- through pain

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas the old -- road -- through pain --
That unfrequented -- one --
With many a turn -- and thorn --
That stops -- at Heaven --

'Twas Love -- not me

© Emily Dickinson

'Twas Love -- not me --
Oh punish -- pray --
The Real one died for Thee --
Just Him -- not me --

'Twas a long Parting -- but the time

'Twas a long Parting -- but the time
For Interview -- had Come --
Before the Judgment Seat of God --
The last -- and second time

'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,

'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
It is the steadfast Heart,
That had it beat a thousand years,
With Love alone had bent,

'Tis customary as we part

'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --

"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer

"Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer --
Dawn -- to the Teneriffe --
Dice -- to the Maid --
Morning means just Risk -- to the Lover --
Just revelation -- to the Beloved --

To die -- takes just a little while

To die -- takes just a little while --
They say it doesn't hurt --
It's only fainter -- by degrees --
And then -- it's out of sight --

There came a Day at Summer's full

There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me --
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections -- be --