Poems begining by O
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One and One -- are One --
© Emily Dickinson
One and One -- are One --
Two -- be finished using --
Well enough for Schools --
But for Minor Choosing --
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
© Emily Dickinson
On this long storm the Rainbow rose --
On this late Morn -- the Sun --
The clouds -- like listless Elephants --
Horizons -- straggled down --
On the World you colored
© Emily Dickinson
On the World you colored
Morning painted rose --
Idle his Vermillion
Aimlessly crept the Glows
On that specific Pillow
© Emily Dickinson
On that specific Pillow
Our projects flit away --
The Night's tremendous Morrow
And whether sleep will stay
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
© Emily Dickinson
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
Yet precious as the House
In which We first experienced Light
The Witnessing, to Us --
On my volcano grows the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot --
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought --
Oh what a Grace is this,
© Emily Dickinson
Oh what a Grace is this,
What Majesties of Peace,
That having breathed
The fine -- ensuing Right
Without Diminuet Proceed!
Oh Sumptuous moment
© Emily Dickinson
Oh Sumptuous moment
Slower go
That I may gloat on thee --
'Twill never be the same to starve
Now I abundance see --
Oh Shadow on the Grass,
© Emily Dickinson
Oh Shadow on the Grass,
Art thou a Step or not?
Go make thee fair my Candidate
My nominated Heart --
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet
© Emily Dickinson
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet
With Artery and Vein --
Upon its fastened Lips lay words --
Affiance it again
Oh Future! thou secreted peace
© Emily Dickinson
Oh Future! thou secreted peace
Or subterranean woe --
Is there no wandering route of grace
That leads away from thee --
Of Yellow was the outer Sky
© Emily Dickinson
Of Yellow was the outer Sky
In Yellower Yellow hewn
Till Saffron in Vermilion slid
Whose seam could not be shewn.
Of whom so dear
© Emily Dickinson
Of whom so dear
The name to hear
Illumines with a Glow
As intimate -- as fugitive
As Sunset on the snow --
Of Tribulation, these are They
© Emily Dickinson
Of Tribulation, these are They,
Denoted by the White --
The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank
Of Victors -- designate --
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?
Of this is Day composed
© Emily Dickinson
Of this is Day composed
A morning and a noon
A Revelry unspeakable
And then a gay unknown
Of their peculiar light
© Emily Dickinson
Of their peculiar light
I keep one ray
To clarify the Sight
To seek them by --
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door
© Emily Dickinson
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door
Shall the Playfellow Heart complain
Though the Ring is unwhole, and the Company broke
Can never be fitted again?
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
© Emily Dickinson
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
A Traitor is the Bee
His service to the newest Grace
Present continually
Of Paul and Silas it is said
© Emily Dickinson
Of Paul and Silas it is said
There were in Prison laid
But when they went to take them out
They were not there instead.
