‘Arcturus’ Is His Other Name di Emily Dickinson 70 ‘Arcturus’ is his other name’— I’d rather call him ‘Star.’ It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings di Emily Dickinson THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve
Nature LXVII. Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn di Emily Dickinson Presentment is that long shadow on Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass. 1
This Is the Land the Sunset Washes, di Emily Dickinson This is the land the sunset washes These are the banks of the Yellow Where it rose, or whither it rushe These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff
How Many Flowers Fail in Wood di Emily Dickinson 404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
Life LXXIX. I Years had been from home di Emily Dickinson I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
This Bauble Was Preferred of Bees di Emily Dickinson 805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
A Long, Long Sleep, a Famous Sleep di Emily Dickinson A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
It Sifts From Leaden Sieves di Emily Dickinson 311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen and Ladies di Emily Dickinson This quiet dust was gentlemen and And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb
