A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson.
You are currently browsing articles tagged native.
Perhaps I asked too large –
I take — no less than skies –
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town –
My Basket holds — just — Firmaments –
Those — dangle easy — on my arm,
But smaller bundles — Cram.
Do you have a Nook? Get the Daily Dickinson Nook Screensaver collection!
Tags: arm, asked, basket, berries, bundles, cram, dangle, earths, easy, firmaments, grow, holds, large, less, native, perhaps, skies, smaller, take, thick, town
To learn the Transport by the Pain
As Blind Men learn the sun!
To die of thirst — suspecting
That Brooks in Meadows run!
To stay the homesick — homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore –
Haunted by native lands, the while –
And blue — beloved air!
This is the Sovereign Anguish!
This — the signal woe!
These are the patient “Laureates”
Whose voices — trained — below –
Ascend in ceaseless Carol –
Inaudible, indeed,
To us — the duller scholars
Of the Mysterious Bard!
Tags: air, anguish, ascend, bard, beloved, below, blind, blue, brooks, carol, ceaseless, die, duller, feet, foreign, haunted, homesick, inaudible, lands, laureates, learn, meadows, men, mysterious, native, pain, patient, scholars, shore, signal, sovereign, sun, suspecting, thirst, trained, transport, voices, woe
Dust is the only Secret –
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his “native town.”
Nobody know “his Father” –
Never was a Boy –
Hadn’t any playmates,
Or “Early history” –
Industrious! Laconic!
Punctual! Sedate!
Bold as a Brigand!
Stiller than a Fleet!
Builds, like a Bird, too!
Christ robs the Nest –
Robin after Robin
Smuggled to Rest!
Tags: bird, bold, boy, brigand, christ, death, dust, father, fleet, history, industrial, laconic, native, nest, playmates, punctual, robin, secret, sedate, smuggled, stiller, town
