We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Fame is a bee.It has a song -It has a sting -Ah, too, it has a wing.
Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies
There is no Frigate like a book.
Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality.We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labour, and my leisure too,For hi...
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—As if my Brain had split—I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—But could not make it fit.
Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash the lit...
He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wings
The hearts that never lean must fall.
Hunger is a wayOf standing outside windowsThe entering takes away.
I like a look of agony, because I know it's true
There's a certain slant of light,On winter afternoons,That oppresses, like the weightOf cathedral tunes.
Till I loved I never lived.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
In this short lifethat only lasts ah hour
I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time.The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets,The bobolinks begun.
I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,Like petals from a rose,When suddenly across the luneA wind with fingers goes.They perished in the seamless grass,No eye could find the place;But God...
The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.