Poem of the day – SURRENDER – Doubt me, my dim companion! by Emily Dickinson Doubt me, my dim companion!Why, God would be contentWith but a fraction of the lovePoured thee without a stint.The whole of me, forever,What more the woman can, --Say quick, that I may dower theeWith last delight I own!It cannot be my spirit,For that was thine before;I ceded all of dust I knew, --What opulence the moreHad I, a humble maiden,Whose ...
Poem of the day – A dew sufficed itself by Emily Dickinson A dew sufficed itself And satisfied a leaf,And felt, 'how vast a destiny! How trivial is life!'The sun went out to work, The day went out to play,But not again that dew was seen By physiognomy.Whether by day abducted, Or emptied by the sunInto the sea, in passing, Eternally unknown.
- A dew sufficed ...
Poem of the day – OUT OF THE MORNING – Will there really be a morning by Emily Dickinson Will there really be a morning?Is there such a thing as day?Could I see it from the mountainsIf I were as tall as they?Has it feet like water-lilies?Has it feathers like a bird?Is it brought from famous countriesOf which I have never heard?Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!Oh, some wise man from the skies!Please to tell a little pilgrimWhere the ...
Poem of the day – So proud she was to die by Emily Dickinson So proud she was to die It made us all ashamedThat what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed.So satisfied to go Where none of us should be,Immediately, that anguish stooped Almost to jealousy.
- So proud she was to die by Emily Dickinson
Poem of the day – THERE is another Loneliness by Emily Dickinson THERE is another LonelinessThat many die without,Not want or friend occasions it,Or circumstances or lot. But nature sometimes, sometimes thought,And whoso it befallIs richer than could be divulgedBy mortal numeral.
- THERE is another Loneliness by Emily Dickinson
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