Frasi emily post
There is no Frigate like a book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a page
Of prancing Poetry-
This Travel may the poorest take
Without oppress of a Toll-
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears ...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
As lately as Today -
I know it, by the numb look
Such Houses have - alway -
The Neighbors rustle in and out -
The Doctor - drives away -
A Window opens lik...
There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon it's breast -
And will not tell it's name.
Some touch it, and some kiss it -
Some chafe it's idle hand -
It has a sim...
These are the days when Birds come back -
A very few - a Bird or two -
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old - old sophistries of June -
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fr...
These tested Our Horizon -
Then disappeared
As Birds before achieving
A Latitude.
Our Retrospection of Them
A fixed Delight,
But Our Anticipation
A Dice - a Doubt.
They ask but our Delight -
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance
For a penurious smile.
They shut me up in Prose -
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet -
Because they liked me "still" -
Still! Could themself have peeped -
And seen my Brain - go round -
They might as ...
This - is the land - the Sunset washes -
These - are the Banks of the Yellow Sea -
Where it rose - or whither it rushes -
These - are the Western Mystery!
Night after Night
Her purple traffic
Strews t...
This Bauble was preferred of Bees -
By Butterflies admired
At Heavenly - Hopeless Distances -
Was justified of Bird -
Did Noon - enamel - in Herself
Was Summer to a Score
Who only knew of Universe -
I...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
I mention it to you,
When Sunrise through a fissure drop
The Day must follow too.
If we demur, it's gaping sides
Disclose as 'twere a Tomb
Ourself am lying straight whe...
This World is not Conclusion.
A sequel stands beyond -
Invisible, as Music -
But positive, as Sound -
It beckons, and it baffles -
Philosophy, dont know -
And through a Riddle, at the last -
Sagacity,...
Those - dying then,
Knew where they went -
They went to God's Right Hand -
That Hand is amputated now
And God cannot be found -
The abdication of Belief
Makes the Behavior small -
Better an ignis fatu...
Those final Creatures, - who they are -
That, faithful to the close,
Administer her ecstasy,
But just the Summer knows.
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Then, I am ready to go!
Just a look at the Horses -
Rapid! That will do!
Put me in on the firmest side -
So I shall never fall -
For we must ride to the Judgment -...
To be forgot by thee
Surpasses Memory
Of other minds
The Heart cannot forget
Unless it contemplate
What it declines
I was regarded then
Raised from oblivion
A single time
To be remembered what -
Worth...
To die - takes just a little while -
They say it doesn't hurt -
It's only fainter - by degrees -
And then - it's out of sight -
A darker Ribbon - for a Day -
A Crape upon the Hat -
And then the pretty...
To fight aloud, is very brave -
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe -
Who win, and nations do not see -
Who fall - and none observe -
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Rega...
To fill a Gap
Insert the Thing that caused it -
Block it up
With Other - and 'twill yawn the more -
You cannot solder an Abyss
With Air.
To hang our head - ostensibly -
And subsequent, to find
That such was not the posture
Of our immortal mind -
Affords the sly presumption
That in so dense a fuzz -
You - too - take Cobweb attitudes
Upo...
To her derided Home
A Weed of Summer came -
She did not know her station low
Nor Ignominy's name -
Bestowed a summer long
Upon a frameless flower -
Then swept as lightly from disdain
As Lady from her ...
To his simplicity
To die - was little Fate -
If Duty live - contented
But her Confederate.
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere -
And even when the Snow
Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy
Directly in His Eye -
Does not so much as turn His Head...
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
To make One's Toilette - after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still -
That's easier - than Braid the Hair -
And make the Bodice gay -
When Eyes tha...
To make Routine a Stimulus
Remember it can cease -
Capacity to Terminate
Is a specific Grace -
Of Retrospect the Arrow
That power to repair
Departed with the Torment
Become, alas, more fair.