07 June 2013

Fragment Friday with Emily Dickinson

Five short poems by Emily Dickinson for your Fragment Friday.


A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang.
Steady—my soul: What issues
Upon thine arrow hang!

Emily Dickinson



A slash of Blue—
A sweep of Gray—
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky—
A little purple—slipped between—
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—
A Wave of Gold—
A Bank of Day—
This just makes out the Morning Sky.

Emily Dickinson



I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet now I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in Heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.

Emily Dickinson



Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest Room
If in that Room a Friend await
Felicity or Doom--

What fortitude the Soul contains
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming Foot--
The opening of a Door--

Emily Dickinson



I started Early - Took my Dog -
And visited the Sea -
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me -

And Frigates - in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands -
Presuming Me to be a Mouse -
Aground - upon the Sands -

But no Man moved Me - till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe -
And past my Apron - and my Belt
And past my Bodice - too -

And made as He would eat me up -
As wholly as a Dew
Upon a Dandelion's Sleeve -
And then - I started - too -

And He - He followed - close behind -
I felt His Silver Heel
Upon my Ankle - Then my Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl -

Until We met the Solid Town -
No One He seemed to know -
And bowing - with a Mighty look -
At me - The Sea withdrew -

Emily Dickinson



There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Emily Dickinson


6 comments:

Split Pea Traveler said...

This would be another one of those times when I really wish I could understand poetry! There is a world out there I'm completely missing. :-/

Anonymous said...

I don't understand poetry either.
But since I don't have to look at yet another insidious Corgi picture this week I am embracing poetry wholeheartedly!

At least for one week....

Constance Brewer said...

Emily Dickinson is pretty much what you read is what you get. :)
There are poems for everyone out there in the wild, just have to find them.

Constance Brewer said...

Anon - a double order of Corgi pictures for next week it is!

Split Pea Traveler said...

Now Corgi poetry I can understand-
Pet me, feed me, throw the ball. Repeat.

Constance Brewer said...

It's more like feed me, pet me, feed me, throw the ball, feed me...
:)