dickinson
Volcanoes Be In Sicily
Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography –
Volcanos nearer here
A Lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb –
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.
– Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly Obtains
The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology –
Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute –
Had he the homely scutcheon
Of modest Industry
‘Twere fitter certifying
For Immortality –
– Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown
In Chrysoprase Apartments hung
This afternoon put on –
How condescending to descend
And be of Buttercups the friend
In a New England Town –
– Emily Dickinson
The Spider As An Artist
The Spider as an Artist
Has never been employed –
Though his surpassing Merit
Is freely certified
By every Broom and Bridget
Throughout a Christian Land –
Neglected Son of Genius
I take thee by the Hand –
– Emily Dickinson
A Spider Sewed At Night
A Spider sewed at Night
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of White.
If Ruff it was of Dame
Or Shroud of Gnome
Himself himself inform.
Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy.
– Emily Dickinson
I Thought The Train Would Never Come
I thought the Train would never come –
How slow the whistle sang –
I don’t believe a peevish Bird
So whimpered for the Spring –
I taught my Heart a hundred times
Precisely what to say –
Provoking Lover, when you came
Its Treatise flew away
To hide my strategy too late
To wiser be too soon –
For miseries so halcyon
The happiness atone –
– Emily Dickinson
The Reticent Volcano Keeps
The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan –
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale
Jehovah told to her
Can human nature not survive
Without a listener?
Admonished by her buckled lips
Let every babbler be
The only secret people keep
Is Immortality.
– Emily Dickinson
Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!
Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?
– Emily Dickinson
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I Never Saw A Moor
I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven.
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given.
– Emily Dickinson
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15th May – On This Day In History
Born:
1953 Mike Oldfield (composer – Tubular Bells)
Died:
1886 Emily Dickinson (poet)
On This Day:
1905 Las Vegas is founded
Have a good Tuesday, 15th May
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