Faithโis the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do notโ Too slender for the eye It bears the Soul as bold As it were rocked in Steel With Arms of Steel at either sideโ It joinsโbehind the Veil To what, could We presume The Bridge would cease to be To Our far, vacillating Feet A first Necessity.
Emily DickinsonI can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!
Emily DickinsonI had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,-- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.
Emily Dickinson