Poeticous Logo
it
English Español Français Italiano
Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

It Is an Honorable Thought,

It is an honorable thought,
  And makes one lift one’s hat,
As one encountered gentlefolk
  Upon a daily street,
 
That we’ve immortal place,
  Though pyramids decay,
And kingdoms, like the orchard,
  Flit russetly away.

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

Ti è piaciuta questa lettura? Offriteci un caffè!.
Il tuo aiuto ci permette di esistere.
Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...
’Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died

445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
I Know a Place Where Summer Strives

I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
Of Being Is a Bird

653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
Ideals Are the Fairly Oil

983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
 1
Of Yellow was the outer Sky

Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Did We Disobey Him?

267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
 1
Victory Comes Late

690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
He forgot—and I—remembered—

203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men

796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
 1
The name—of it—is “Autumn”—

656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
 1
’Tis Good—the looking back on grief

660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
As Children Bid the Guest “Good Night”

133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
 1
The Bohemian, by William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Life XXVII. I'm nobody! Who are you? (288)

XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
 2
 19
I Could Not Drink It, Sweet

818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
 1



Alto