Poems begining by W
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Who Giants know, with lesser Men
© Emily Dickinson
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
Are incomplete, and shy --
For Greatness, that is ill at ease
In minor Company --
Who Court obtain within Himself
© Emily Dickinson
Who Court obtain within Himself
Sees every Man a King --
And Poverty of Monarchy
Is an interior thing --
Who abdicated Ambush
© Emily Dickinson
Who abdicated Ambush
And went the way of Dusk,
And now against his subtle Name
There stands an Asterisk
White as an Indian Pipe
© Emily Dickinson
White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour --
While we were fearing it, it came --
© Emily Dickinson
While we were fearing it, it came --
But came with less of fear
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it fair --
While it is alive
© Emily Dickinson
While it is alive
Until Death touches it
While it and I lap one Air
Dwell in one Blood
Under one Sacrament
Show me Division can split or pare --
While Asters
© Emily Dickinson
While Asters --
On the Hill --
Their Everlasting fashions -- set --
And Covenant Gentians -- Frill!
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
© Emily Dickinson
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Neither -- said the Moon --
That is best which is not -- Achieve it --
You efface the Sheen.
Whether they have forgotten
© Emily Dickinson
Whether they have forgotten
Or are forgetting now
Or never remembered --
Safer not to know --
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
© Emily Dickinson
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
Cashmere -- or Calvary -- the same --
Degree -- or Shame --
I scarce esteem Location's Name --
So I may Come --
Where Roses would not dare to go,
© Emily Dickinson
Where Roses would not dare to go,
What Heart would risk the way --
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To sound the Enemy --
Where every bird is bold to go
© Emily Dickinson
Where every bird is bold to go
And bees abashless play,
The foreigner before he knocks
Must thrust the tears away.
When we stand on the tops of Things
© Emily Dickinson
When we stand on the tops of Things --
And like the Trees, look down --
The smoke all cleared away from it --
And Mirrors on the scene --
When we have ceased to care
© Emily Dickinson
When we have ceased to care
The Gift is given
For which we gave the Earth
And mortgaged Heaven
When they come back -- if Blossoms do --
© Emily Dickinson
When they come back -- if Blossoms do --
I always feel a doubt
If Blossoms can be born again
When once the Art is out --
When the Astronomer stops seeking
© Emily Dickinson
When the Astronomer stops seeking
For his Pleiad's Face --
When the lone British Lady
Forsakes the Arctic Race
When One has given up One's life
© Emily Dickinson
When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
When Night is almost done
© Emily Dickinson
When Night is almost done --
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces --
It's time to smooth the Hair --
When Memory is full
© Emily Dickinson
When Memory is full
Put on the perfect Lid --
This Morning's finest syllable
Presumptuous Evening said --
When I was small, a Woman died --
© Emily Dickinson
When I was small, a Woman died --
Today -- her Only Boy
Went up from the Potomac --
His face all Victory
