< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXVI. I Lost a World the Other Day LOST. I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You’ll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it; Yet to my frugal eye Of more esteem than ducats. Oh, […]
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XXXV. “No Rack Can Torture Me” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXV. No Rack Can Torture Me EMANCIPATION. No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. Two bodies therefore be; Bind one, and one will flee. The eagle of his nest […]
XXXI. “Death Is a Dialogue” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXXI. Death Is a Dialogue Death is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. “Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir, I have another trust.” Death doubts it, argues from the ground. The Spirit turns away, Just laying off, for evidence, An overcoat of clay. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic […]
XXX. “Except To Heaven She Is Nought” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXX. Except To Heaven She Is Nought Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial; Except by butterflies, Unnoticed as a single dew That on the acre lies. The smallest housewife in the grass, […]
XXV. “The Sun Kept Setting” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXV. The Sun Kept Setting DYING. The sun kept setting, setting still; No hue of afternoon Upon the village I perceived, — From house to house ‘t was noon. The dusk kept dropping, dropping still; No dew upon the grass, But only on my forehead stopped, And wandered in […]
XXIII. “I Reason, Earth is Short” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXIII. I Reason, Earth is Short I reason, earth is short, And anguish absolute, And many hurt; But what of that? I reason, we could die: The best vitality Cannot excel decay; But what of that? I reason that in heaven Somehow, it will be even, Some new equation […]
XXII. “The Bustle of a House” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XXII. The Bustle of a House The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of “The Bustle […]
XX. “The Last Night That She Lived” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XX. The Last Night That She Lived The last night that she lived, It was a common night, Except the dying; this to us Made nature different. We noticed smallest things, — Things overlooked before, By this great light upon our minds Italicized, as ‘t were. That others could […]
XIX. “To Know Just How He Suffered” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIX. To Know Just How He Suffered To know just how he suffered would be dear; To know if any human eyes were near To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze, Until it settled firm on Paradise. To know if he was patient, part content, Was dying as […]
XVIII. “Playmates” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVIII. Playmates PLAYMATES. God permits industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one, — forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightway. God calls home the angels promptly At the setting sun; I missed mine. How dreary marbles, After playing Crown! -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of “Playmates” by Emily Dickinson […]
XVII. “I Never Saw A Moor” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XVII. I Never Saw A Moor I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I 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 […]
Poets and Poems: Rick Maxson and “Under the Pearl Moon”
“Under the Pearl Moon” by Rick Maxson moves you from where and when you’re reading into your own personal memory palace.
“The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” by Robert Louis Stevenson
“The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” by Robert Louis Stevenson is a gothic thriller and an unsettling work for modern readers.
Under the Pearl Moon: Poems by Rick Maxson
Under the Pearl Moon: Poems by Rick Maxson contains, says poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, poems with jewel-like detail, telling a story of longing, leaving, return, and promise.
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Illustrated Edition
It’s tempting to think that classic literature became classic simply because it was pretentious. But that’s just not true. There are so many solid pulp works of fiction that don’t bother will all the fancy stuff, and Jekyll and Hyde is unabashedly one of them.
Poet Laura: Trees, Seasons, and Planting
Michelle Ortega, Tweetspeak’s incoming Poet Laura, reflects on the changing seasons, a walking homecoming, and trees dying and planted.
British Poet Laureate Simon Armitage Writes Song Lyrics
In “Never Good with Horses,” British Poet Laureate Simon Armitage publishes a collection of song lyrics that blur the difference between poem and song.
XV. “I’ve Seen a Dying Eye” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XV. I’ve Seen a Dying Eye I’ve seen a dying eye Run round and round a room In search of something, as it seemed, Then cloudier become; And then, obscure with fog, And then be soldered down, Without disclosing what it be, ‘T were blessed to have seen. -Emily […]
XIV. “I Went to Thank Her” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems XIV. I Went to Thank Her I went to thank her, But she slept; Her bed a funnelled stone, With nosegays at the head and foot, That travellers had thrown, Who went to thank her; But she slept. ‘T was short to cross the sea To look upon her […]
XII. “I Like a Look of Agony” by Emily Dickinson
< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems I Like a Look of Agony REAL. I like a look of agony, Because I know it ‘s true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes glaze once, and that is death. Impossible to feign The beads upon the forehead By homely anguish strung. -Emily […]