katyzzzEmily Dickenson - a small selection
July 23rd 2008 00:38
Poems by Emily Dickinson
Life
VII.
ALMOST!
Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
V.
Glee! The great storm is over!
Four have recovered the land;
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling sand.
Ring, for the scant salvation!
Toll, for the bonnie souls, --
Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,
Spinning upon the shoals!
How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the children ask, "But the forty?
Did they come back no more?"
Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.
XIX.
THE MYSTERY OF PAIN.
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
XXVI.
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
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