Time poems

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No Notice gave She, but a Change --

© Emily Dickinson

No Notice gave She, but a Change --
No Message, but a Sigh --
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.

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My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --

© Emily Dickinson

My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me -- and I smiled --
My Soul -- that Morning -- was My friend --

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Musicians wrestle everywhere

© Emily Dickinson

Musicians wrestle everywhere --
All day -- among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife --
And -- walking -- long before the morn --
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New Life"!

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In Winter in my Room

© Emily Dickinson

The very string with which
I tied him -- too
When he was mean and new
That string was there --

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In Ebon Box, when years have flown

© Emily Dickinson

In Ebon Box, when years have flown
To reverently peer,
Wiping away the velvet dust
Summers have sprinkled there!

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If ever the lid gets off my head

© Emily Dickinson

If ever the lid gets off my head
And lets the brain away
The fellow will go where he belonged --
Without a hint from me,

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I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --

© Emily Dickinson

I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --
It's such congenial times
Old Neighbors have at fences --
It's time o' year for Hay.

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I never felt at Home -- Below

© Emily Dickinson

I never felt at Home -- Below --
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at Home -- I know --
I don't like Paradise --

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I many times thought Peace had come

© Emily Dickinson

I many times thought Peace had come
When Peace was far away --
As Wrecked Men -- deem they sight the Land --
At Centre of the Sea --

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He who in Himself believes --

© Emily Dickinson

He who in Himself believes --
Fraud cannot presume --
Faith is Constancy's Result --
And assumes -- from Home --

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Exhilaration is the Breeze

© Emily Dickinson

Exhilaration is the Breeze
That lifts us from the Ground
And leaves us in another place
Whose statement is not found --

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A Thought went up my mind today --

© Emily Dickinson

A Thought went up my mind today --
That I have had before --
But did not finish -- some way back --
I could not fix the Year --

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A little Snow was here and there

© Emily Dickinson

A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade --

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"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!

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You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies --

© Emily Dickinson

You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies --
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of --

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This was a Poet -- It is That

© Emily Dickinson

This was a Poet -- It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings --
And Attar so immense

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I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs --

© Emily Dickinson

Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace --
Unto supremest name --
Called to my Full -- The Crescent dropped --
Existence's whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.

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I felt my life with both my hands

© Emily Dickinson

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there --
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler --

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He fumbles at your Soul

© Emily Dickinson

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on --
He stuns you by degrees --

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I had a guinea golden

© Emily Dickinson

I had a crimson Robin --
Who sang full many a day
But when the woods were painted,
He, too, did fly away --