A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson.
You are currently browsing articles tagged smooth.
When Night is almost done –
And Sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the Spaces –
It’s time to smooth the Hair –
And get the Dimples ready –
And wonder we could care
For that old — faded Midnight –
That frightened — but an Hour –
Do you have a Nook? Get the Daily Dickinson Nook Screensaver collection!
Tags: almost, care, dimples, done, faded, frightened, grows, hair, hour, midnight, near, night, old, smooth, spaces, sunrise, touch, wonder
The difference between Despair
And Fear — is like the One
Between the instant of a Wreck
And when the Wreck has been –
The Mind is smooth — no Motion –
Contented as the Eye
Upon the Forehead of a Bust –
That knows — it cannot see –
Tags: between, bust, contented, despair, difference, eye, fear, forehead, instant, knows, mind, motion, one, see, smooth, wreck
