Frasi john dickinson
He ate and drank the precious Words -
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -
He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book -...
He forgot - and I - remembered -
'Twas an everyday affair -
Long ago as Christ and Peter -
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire".
"Thou wert with him" - quoth "the Dams...
He gave away his Life -
To Us - Gigantic Sum -
A trifle - in his own esteem -
But magnified - by Fame -
Until it burst the Hearts
That fancied they could hold -
When swift it slipped it's limit -
And ...
He is alive, this morning -
He is alive - and awake -
Birds are resuming for Him -
Blossoms - dress for His sake -
Bees - to their Loaves of Honey
Add an Amber Crumb
Him - to regale - Me - Only -
Moti...
He parts Himself - like Leaves -
And then - He closes up -
And then He leans with all His Might
Upon a Buttercup -
And then He runs against
And oversets a Rose -
And then does Nothing -
Then away upon...
He power to be true to You,
Until upon my face
The Judgment push His Picture -
Presumptuous of Your Place -
Of This - Could Man deprive Me -
Himself - the Heaven excel -
Whose invitation - Your's redu...
He put the Belt around my life -
I heard the Buckle snap -
And turned away, imperial,
My Lifetime folding up -
Deliberate, as a Duke would do
A Kingdom's Title Deed -
Henceforth, a Dedicated sort -
A ...
He was my host - he was my guest,
I never to this day
If I invited him could tell,
Or he invited me.
So infinite our intercourse
So intimate, indeed,
Analysis as capsule seemed
To keeper of the seed.
Heaven is so far of the Mind
That were the Mind dissolved -
The Site - of it - by Architect
Could not again be proved -
'Tis vast - as our Capacity -
As fair - as our idea -
To Him of adequate desire
...
Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver".
Her brow is fit for thrones -
But I had not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
M...
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot -
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Her tongue more tender than the tune
That totters in the leaves -
Who hears may ...
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed.
She bore Life's empty Pack
As gallantly as if the East
Were swinging at her Back -
Life's empty Pack is heaviest,
As every Porter knows -
In vain to punish Honey -
I...
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -
The Dimples ran along -
And still it hurt you, as some Bird
Did hoist herself, to sing,
Then recollect a Ball, she got -
And hold upon the Twig,
Convulsive, wh...
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie -
When, stirring, for Belief's delight,
My Bride had slipped away -
If 'twas a Dream - made solid - just
The Heaven to confirm -
Or if ...
High from the earth I heard a bird;
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And situated softly
Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behi...
His Heart was darker than the starless night
For that there is a morn
But in this black Receptacle
Can be no Bode of Dawn.
His Mind like Fabrics of the East -
Displayed to the despair
Of everyone but here and there
An humble Purchaser -
For though his price was not of Gold -
More arduous there is -
That one should compreh...
Hope is a strange invention -
A Patent of the Heart -
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -
Of this electric adjunct
Not anything is known
But it's unique momentum
Embellish all we own.
Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That...
How brittle are the Piers
On which our Faith doth tread -
No Bridge below doth totter so -
Yet none hath such a Crowd.
It is as old as God -
Indeed - 'twas built by him -
He sent his Son to test the P...
How dare the robins sing,
When men and women hear
Who since they went to their account
Have settled with the year! -
Paid all that life had earned
In one consummate bill.
And now, what life or death c...
How fortunate the Grave -
All Prizes to obtain -
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.
How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom
Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little...
How Human Nature dotes
On what it cant detect -
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
It's meaning is extinct -
Prospective is the friend
Reserved for us to know
When Constancy is clarified
Of Curiosity -...
How many Flowers fail in Wood -
Or perish from the Hill -
Without the privilege to know
That they are Beautiful -
How many cast a nameless Pod
Upon the nearest Breeze -
Unconscious of the Scarlet Frei...