It was a quiet way - He asked if I was his - I made no answer of the tongue But answer of the eyes - And then He bore me on Before this mortal noise With swiftness, as of Chariots and distance, as of Wheels. This World did drop away As acres from the feet of one that leaneth from Balloon Upon an Ether Street. The Gulf behind was not, The Continents were new - Eternity was due. No Seasons were to us - It was not Night nor Morn - But Sunrise stopped upon the place And Fastened in Dawn.
Emily DickinsonTHE soul should always stand ajar, That if the heaven inquire, He will not be obliged to wait, Or shy of troubling her. Depart, before the host has slid The bolt upon the door, To seek for the accomplished guest, -- Her visitor no more.
Emily DickinsonHeart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while youโre lagging, I may remember him!
Emily DickinsonSome Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb
Emily DickinsonHe fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees. Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow by fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten Your brain to bubble cool,- Deals one imperial thunderbolt That scalps your naked soul.
Emily DickinsonWe dream โ it is good we are dreaming โ It would hurt us โ were we awake โ But since it is playing โ kill us, And we are playing โ shriek โ What harm? Men die โ externally โ It is a truth โ of Blood โ But we โ are dying in Drama โ And Drama โ is never dead โ Cautious โ We jar each other โ And either โ open the eyes โ Lest the Phantasm โ prove the Mistake โ And the livid Surprise Cool us to Shafts of Granite โ With just an Age โ and Name โ And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian โ It's prudenter โ to dream โ
Emily Dickinson