http://dailydickinson.com A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson. Thu, 20 Nov 2008 13:56:31 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 en ©Michael Hartford michael.hartford@earthlink.net (Michael Hartford) michael.hartford@earthlink.net(Michael Hartford) literature 1440 poetry,emily dickinson,dickinson,literature Daily Dickinson A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson. Michael Hartford Michael Hartford michael.hartford@earthlink.net No no http://dailydickinson.com/podcast/images/podcast_144.jpg http://dailydickinson.com 144 144 http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/11/307/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/11/307/#comments Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:23:31 +0000 Michael Hartford laurel chasten intrinsic deathless monks choirs kiev pechersk http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/11/307/ Lay this laurel on the one
Too intrinsic for renown.
Laurel! veil your deathless tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/11/307/feed/ 0:31 Lay this laurel on the one Too intrinsic for renown. Laurel! veil your deathless tree, -- Him you chasten, that is he! Podcast music by Antonio Meneses Lay this laurel on the one Too intrinsic for renown. Laurel! veil your deathless tree, -- Him you chasten, that is he! Podcast music by Antonio Meneses Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/09/306/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/09/306/#comments Wed, 09 Apr 2008 12:13:09 +0000 Michael Hartford phillips barry strolled strangers ranged spelled orthography picking http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/09/306/ After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place, --
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace.

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/09/306/feed/ 0:50 After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, -- Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged, Strangers strolled and spelled At the lone orthography Of the elder dead. Winds of ... After a hundred years Nobody knows the place, -- Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged, Strangers strolled and spelled At the lone orthography Of the elder dead. Winds of summer fields Recollect the way, -- Instinct picking up the key Dropped by memory. Podcast music by Monks and Choirs of Kiev Pechersk Lavra Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/08/305/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/08/305/#comments Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:58:39 +0000 Michael Hartford shape rise forgiven meneses antonio longer fright sparrow http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/08/305/ I think just how my shape will rise
When I shall be forgiven,
Till hair and eyes and timid head
Are out of sight, in heaven.

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/08/305/feed/ 1:09 I think just how my shape will rise When I shall be forgiven, Till hair and eyes and timid head Are out of sight, in heaven. I think just ... I think just how my shape will rise When I shall be forgiven, Till hair and eyes and timid head Are out of sight, in heaven. I think just how my lips will weigh With shapeless, quivering prayer That you, so late, consider me, The sparrow of your care. I mind me that of anguish sent, Some drifts were moved away Before my simple bosom broke, -- And why not this, if they? And so, until delirious borne I con that thing, -- "forgiven," -- Till with long fright and longer trust I drop my heart, unshriven! Podcast music by Barry Phillips Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/07/304/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/07/304/#comments Mon, 07 Apr 2008 11:51:07 +0000 Michael Hartford meneses saved antonio overcame remembered barely soil commoner http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/07/304/ Of tribulation these are they
Denoted by the white;
The spangled gowns, a lesser rank
Of victors designate.

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/07/304/feed/ 1:01 Of tribulation these are they Denoted by the white; The spangled gowns, a lesser rank Of victors designate. All these did conquer; but the ones Who overcame most times Wear nothing ... Of tribulation these are they Denoted by the white; The spangled gowns, a lesser rank Of victors designate. All these did conquer; but the ones Who overcame most times Wear nothing commoner than snow, No ornament but palms. Surrender is a sort unknown On this superior soil; Defeat, an outgrown anguish, Remembered as the mile Our panting ankle barely gained When night devoured the road; But we stood whispering in the house, And all we said was "Saved"! Podcast music by Antonio Meneses Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/06/303/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/06/303/#comments Sun, 06 Apr 2008 11:38:28 +0000 Michael Hartford meneses throe antonio features rejoin permission denominated patience http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/06/303/ A throe upon the features
A hurry in the breath,
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death," --

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/06/303/feed/ 0:33 A throe upon the features A hurry in the breath, An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death," -- An anguish at the mention, Which, when to patience grown, I 've known permission ... A throe upon the features A hurry in the breath, An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death," -- An anguish at the mention, Which, when to patience grown, I 've known permission given To rejoin its own. Podcast music by Antonio Meneses Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/05/302/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/05/302/#comments Sat, 05 Apr 2008 11:29:54 +0000 Michael Hartford meneses antonio clocks exhaled epoch neighborhoods dissent laws http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/05/302/ Great streets of silence led away
To neighborhoods of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/05/302/feed/ 0:44 Great streets of silence led away To neighborhoods of pause; Here was no notice, no dissent, No universe, no laws. By clocks 't was morning, and for night The bells ... Great streets of silence led away To neighborhoods of pause; Here was no notice, no dissent, No universe, no laws. By clocks 't was morning, and for night The bells at distance called; But epoch had no basis here, For period exhaled. Podcast music by Antonio Meneses Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/04/301/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/04/301/#comments Fri, 04 Apr 2008 11:37:39 +0000 Michael Hartford meneses hunted antonio listening breaking noticed noticed useless http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/04/301/ I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/04/301/feed/ 1:14 I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone, and I -- too late -- Should reach the ... I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone, and I -- too late -- Should reach the heart that wanted me; If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see, And could not bear to shut until They "noticed" me -- they noticed me; If I should stab the patient faith So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come, It listening, listening, went to sleep Telling my tardy name, -- My heart would wish it broke before, Since breaking then, since breaking then, Were useless as next morning's sun, Where midnight frosts had lain! Podcast music by Antonio Meneses Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/03/300/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/03/300/#comments Thu, 03 Apr 2008 11:20:49 +0000 Michael Hartford stood cool death shaven marble tongues reminded stares http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/03/300/ It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues, for noon.

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/03/300/feed/ 1:33 It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It ... It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, -- Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a chancel cool. And yet it tasted like them all; The figures I have seen Set orderly, for burial, Reminded me of mine, As if my life were shaven And fitted to a frame, And could not breathe without a key; And 't was like midnight, some, When everything that ticked has stopped, And space stares, all around, Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, Repeal the beating ground. But most like chaos, -- stopless, cool, -- Without a chance or spar, Or even a report of land To justify despair. Podcast music by Antonio Meneses Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/02/298/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/02/298/#comments Wed, 02 Apr 2008 11:57:44 +0000 Michael Hartford landlord ruddy fires hearth necromancer flow peculiar maids http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/02/298/ What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where the maids?

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/02/298/feed/ 0:45 What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, ... What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below? Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/01/297/ http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/01/297/#comments Tue, 01 Apr 2008 11:48:38 +0000 Michael Hartford guests courtiers kingdoms banners marshalled gods rooms departed http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/01/297/ Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who marshalled her away.

]]> http://dailydickinson.com/2008/04/01/297/feed/ 0:40 Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. One little maid ... Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. One little maid from playmates, One little mind from school, -- There must be guests in Eden; All the rooms are full. Far as the east from even, Dim as the border star, -- Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms, Our departed are. Podcasts,,Poems,,Time,and,Eternity Michael Hartford no No