Like Eyes that looked on Wastes -
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank - and steady Wilderness -
Diversified by Night -
Just Infinites of Nought -
As far as it could see -
So looked the face I looked upon -
So looked itself - on Me -
I offered it no Help -
Because the Cause was Mine -
The Misery a Compact
As hopeless - as divine -
Neither - would be absolved -
Neither would be a Queen
Without the Other - Therefore -
We perish - tho' We reign.
Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...