Emily Dickinson

The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960)

Edited by Thomas H. Johnson

• Success is counted sweetest
  By those who ne'er succeed.
  To comprehend a nectar
  Requires a sorest need.

  Not one of all the purple Host
  Who took the Flag today
  Can tell the definition
  So clear of Victory

  As he defeated — dying —
  On whose forbidden ear
  The distant strains of triumph
  Burst agonized and clear!

  • 67: Success is counted sweetest

• "Faith" is a fine invention
  When Gentlemen can see —
  But Microscopes are prudent
  In an Emergency.
  • 185: "Faith" is a fine invention

• "Hope" is the thing with feathers —
  That 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 storm —
  That could abash the little Bird
  That kept so many warm —

  • 254: "Hope" is the thing with feathers —

• I'm Nobody! Who are you?
  Are you — Nobody — Too?
  
  • 288: I'm Nobody! Who are you?

• How dreary — to be — Somebody!
  How public — like a Frog —
  To tell one's name — the livelong June —
  To an admiring Bog!
  
  • 288: I'm Nobody! Who are you?; In some editions "June" has been altered to "day".

• The Soul selects her own Society —
  Then — shuts the Door —
  To her divine Majority —
  Present no more —
  • 303: The Soul selects her own Society --

• Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —
  I keep it, staying at Home—
  With a Bobolink for a Chorister —
  And an Orchard, for a Dome—
  • 324: Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —

• God preaches, a noted Clergyman —
  And the sermon is never long,
  So instead of getting to Heaven, at last—
  I'm going, all along.
  • 324: Some keep the Sabbath going to Church —

• This is my letter to the World
  That never wrote to Me —
  The simple News that Nature told —
  With tender Majesty

  Her Message is committed
  To Hands I cannot see —
  For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
  Judge tenderly — of Me

  • 441: This is my letter to the World

• I died for Beauty — but was scarce
  Adjusted in the Tomb,
  When One who died for Truth, was lain
  In an adjoining Room —

  He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
  "For Beauty," I replied.
  "And I — for Truth, — Themself are One —
  We Brethren, are", He said —

  • 449: I died for Beauty —

• Dreams — are well — but Waking's better,
  If One wake at Morn —
  If One wake at Midnight — better —
  Dreaming — of the Dawn —
  
  • 450: Dreams — are well — but Waking's better

• Love — thou art Veiled —
  A few — behold thee —
  Smile — and alter — and prattle — and die —
  Bliss — were an Oddity — without thee —
  Nicknamed by God —
  Eternity —
  
  • 453: Love — thou art high —

• I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —
  The Stillness in the Room
  Was like the Stillness in the Air —
  Between the Heaves of Storm —
  • 465: I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —

• Because I could not stop for Death —
  He kindly stopped for me —
  The Carriage held but just Ourselves —
  And Immortality.

  We slowly drove — He knew no haste
  And I had put away
  My labor and my leisure too,
  For His Civility —
  

  • 712: Because I could not stop for Death —

• Since then — 'tis Centuries — and yet
  Feels shorter than the Day
  I first surmised the Horses' Heads
  Were toward Eternity —
  
  • 712: Because I could not stop for Death —

• My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —
  In Corners — till a Day
  The Owner passed — identified —
  And carried Me away —

  And now We roam in Sovereign Woods —
  And now We hunt the Doe —
  And every time I speak for Him —
  The Mountains straight reply —

  • 754: My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —

• We outgrow love, like other things
  And put it in the Drawer —
  Till it an Antique fashion shows —
  Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
  • 887: We outgrow love, like other things

• A Grave — is a restricted Breadth —
  Yet ampler than the Sun —
  And all the Seas He populates
  And lands he looks upon

  To Him who on its small Repose
  Bestows a single Friend —
  Circumference without Relief —
  Or Estimate — or End

  • 943: A Coffin — is a small Domain,

• To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
  What must the Midnights — be!
  • 1095: To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,

• A Vastness, as a Neighbor, came,
  A Wisdom, without Face, or Name,
  A Peace, as Hemispheres at Home
  And so the Night became.
  • 1104: The Crickets sang

• Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —
  Success in Circuit lies
  Too bright for our infirm Delight
  The Truth's superb surprise

  As Lightning to the Children eased
  With explanation kind
  The Truth must dazzle gradually
  Or every man be blind —

  • 1129: Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —

• Could Hope inspect her Basis
  Her Craft were done —
  Has a fictitious Charter
  Or it has none —

  Balked in the vastest instance
  But to renew —
  Felled but by one assassin —
  Prosperity —

  • 1283: Could Hope inspect her Basis

• Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
  Nor with a Stone —
  A Whip so small you could not see it
  I've known

  To lash the Magic Creature
  Till it fell,
  Yet that Whip's Name
  Too noble then to tell.

  Magnanimous as Bird
  By Boy descried —
  Singing unto the Stone
  Of which it died —

  Shame need not crouch
  In such an Earth as Ours —
  Shame — stand erect —
  The Universe is yours.

  • 1304: Not with a Club, the Heart is broken

• A little Madness in the Spring
  Is wholesome even for the King.
  • 1333: A little Madness in the Spring

• More than the Grave is closed to me —
  The Grave and that Eternity
  To which the Grave adheres —
  I cling to nowhere till I fall —
  The Crash of nothing, yet of all —
  How similar appears —
  • 1503: More than the Grave is closed to me —

• If Aims impel these Astral Ones
  The ones allowed to know
  Know that which makes them as forgot
  As Dawn forgets them — now
  • 1528: The Moon upon her fluent Route

• Who has not found the Heaven — below —
  Will fail of it above —
  • 1544: Who has not found the Heaven — below —

• I took one Draught of Life —
  I'll tell you what I paid —
  Precisely an existence —
  The market price, they said.
  • 1725: I took one Draught of Life —

Collected Poems (1993)

Fall River Press edition

• Glee! the great storm is over!
  Four have recovered the land;
  Forty gone down together
  Into the boiling sand.

  Ring, for the scant salvation!
  Toll, for the bonnie souls,—
  Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,
  Spinning upon the shoals!

  How they will tell the shipwreck
  When winter shakes the door,
  Till the children ask, “But the forty?
  Did they come back no more?”

  Then a silence suffuses the story,
  And a softness the teller's eye;
  And the children no
  further question,
  And only the waves reply.

  • Life, p. 5

• If I can stop one heart from breaking,
  I shall not live in vain;
  If I can ease one life the aching,
  Or cool one pain,
  Or help one fainting robin
  Unto his nest again,
  I shall not live in vain.
  • Life, p. 6

• Much madness is divinest sense
  To a discerning eye;
  Much sense the starkest madness.
  ’T is the majority
  In this, as all, prevails.
  Assent, and you are sane;
  Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
  And handled with a chain.
  • Life, p. 9

• I never hear the word “escape”
  Without a quicker blood,
  A sudden expectation,
  A flying attitude.

  I never hear of prisons broad
  By soldiers battered down,
  But I tug childish at my bars,—
  Only to fail again!

  • Life, p. 22

• Surgeons must be very careful
  When they take the knife!
  Underneath their fine incisions
  Stirs the culprit,—Life!
  • Life, p. 25

• It tossed and tossed,—
  A little brig I knew,—
  O'ertook by blast,
  It spun and spun,
  And groped delirious, for morn.

  It slipped and slipped,
  As one that drunken stepped;
  Its white foot tripped,
  Then dropped from sight.

  Ah, brig, good-night
  To crew and you;
  The ocean's heart too smooth, too blue,
  To break for you.

  • Life, p. 30

• I took my power in my hand
  And went against the world;
  ’T was not so much as David had,
  But I was twice as bold.

  I aimed my pebble, but myself
  Was all the one that fell.
  Was it Goliath was too large,
  Or only I too small?

  • Life, p. 33

• Mine enemy is growing old,—
  I have at last revenge.
  The palate of the hate departs;
  If any would avenge,—

  Let him be quick, the viand flits,
  It is a faded meat.
  Anger as soon as fed is dead;
  ’T is starving makes it fat.

  • Life, p. 38

• It ’s such a little thing to weep,
  So short a thing to sigh;
  And yet by trades the size of these
  We men and women die!
  • Life, p. 50

• Drowning is not so pitiful
  As the attempt to rise.
  Three times, ’t is said, a sinking man
  Comes up to face the skies,
  And then declines forever
  To that abhorred abode

  Where hope and he part company,—
  For he is grasped of God.
  The Maker’s cordial visage,
  However good to see,
  Is shunned, we must admit it,
  Like an adversity.

  • Life, p. 50

• Who has not found the heaven below
  Will fail of it above.
  God’s residence is next to mine,
  His furniture is love.
  • Life, p. 54

• Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
  Too sullied for the hell
  To which the law entitled him.
  As nature’s curtain fell
  The one who bore him tottered in,
  For this was woman’s son.
  “’T was all I had,” she stricken gasped;
  Oh, what a livid boon!
  • p. 56. Life.

• Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
  She felled—he did not fall—
  Impaled him on her fiercest stakes—
  He neutralized them all.

  She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
  But, when her worst was done,
  And he, unmoved, regarded her,
  Acknowledged him a man.

  • Life, p. 60

• It might be easier
  To fail with land in sight,
  Than gain my blue peninsula
  To perish of delight.
  • Life, p. 69

• How happy is the little stone
  That rambles in the road alone,
  And does n't care about careers,
  And exigencies never fears;
  Whose coat of elemental brown
  A passing universe put on;
  And independent as the sun,
  Associates or glows alone,
  Fulfilling absolute decree
  In casual simplicity.
  • Nature, p. 97

• New feet within my garden go,
  New fingers stir the sod;
  A troubadour upon the elm
  Betrays the solitude.

  New children play upon the green,
  New weary sleep below;
  And still the pensive spring returns,
  And still the punctual snow!

  • Nature, p. 108

• The pedigree of honey
  Does not concern the bee;
  A clover, any time, to him
  Is aristocracy.
  • Nature, p. 110

• The grass so little has to do,—
  A sphere of simple green,
  With only butterflies to brood,
  And bees to entertain,

  And stir all day to pretty tunes
  The breezes fetch along,
  And hold the sunshine in its lap
  And bow to everything;

  And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
  And make itself so fine,-
  A duchess were too common
  For such a noticing.

  And even when it dies, to pass
  In odors so divine,
  As lowly spices gone to sleep,
  Or amulets of pine.

  And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
  And dream the days away,—
  The grass so little has to do,
  I wish I were a hay!

  • Nature, p. 112

• Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
  Indicative that suns go down;
  The notice to the startled grass
  That darkness is about to pass.
  • Nature, p. 118

• It makes no difference abroad,
  The seasons fit the same,
  The mornings blossom into noons,
  And split their pods of flame.

  Wild-flowers kindle in the woods,
  The brooks brag all the day;
  No blackbird bates his jargoning
  For passing Calvary.

  Auto-da-fé and judgment
  Are nothing to the bee;
  His separation from his rose
  To him seems misery.

  • Nature, p. 120

• Love is anterior to life,
  Posterior to death,
  Initial of creation, and
  The exponent of breath.
  • Love, p. 167

• There is a word
  Which bears a sword
  Can pierce an armed man.
  It hurls its barbed syllables,—
  At once is mute again.
  But where it fell
  The saved will tell
  On patriotic day,
  Some epauletted brother
  Gave his breath away.

  Wherever runs the breathless sun,
  Wherever roams the day,
  There is its noiseless onset,
  There is its victory!
  Behold the keenest marksman!
  The most accomplished shot!
  Time's sublimest target
  Is a soul “forgot”!

  • Love, p. 170

• Heart, we will forget him!
  You and I, to-night!
  You may forget the warmth he gave,
  I will forget the light.

  When you have done, pray tell me,
  That I my thoughts may dim;
  Haste! lest while you're lagging,
  I may remember him!

  • Love, p. 172

• 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 were given.
  • Time and Eternity, p. 188

• 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 given;
  But what of that?

  • Time and Eternity, p. 192

• 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
  No easier divest
  And gain the sky,
  Than mayest thou,

  Except thyself may be
  Thine enemy;
  Captivity is consciousness,
  So's liberty.

  • Time and Eternity, p. 198

• A death-blow is a life-blow to some
  Who, till they died, did not alive become;
  Who, had they lived, had died, but when
  They died, vitality begun.
  • Time and Eternity, p. 204

• Our journey had advanced;
  Our feet were almost come
  To that odd fork in Being's road,
  Eternity by term.

  Our pace took sudden awe,
  Our feet reluctant led.
  Before were cities, but between,
  The forest of the dead.

  Retreat was out of hope,—
  Behind, a sealed route,
  Eternity's white flag before,
  And God at every gate.

  • Time and Eternity, p. 213

• That such have died enables us
  The tranquiller to die;
  That such have lived, certificate
  For immortality.
  • Time and Eternity, p. 228

• The distance that the dead have gone
  Does not at first appear;
  Their coming back seems possible
  For many an ardent year.

  And then, that we have followed them
  We more than half suspect,
  So intimate have we become
  With their dear retrospect.

  • Time and Eternity, p. 229

• Bless God, he went as soldiers,
  His musket on his breast;
  Grant, God, he charge the bravest
  Of all the martial blest.

  Please God, might I behold him
  In epauletted white,
  I should not fear the foe then,
  I should not fear the fight.

  • Time and Eternity, p. 234

• Immortal is an ample word
  When what we need is by,
  But when it leaves us for a time,
  ’T is a necessity.

  Of heaven above the firmest proof
  We fundamental know,
  Except for its marauding hand,
  It had been heaven below.

  • Time and Eternity, p. 234

• So proud she was to die
  It made us all ashamed
  That what we cherished, so unknown
  To her desire seemed.

  So satisfied to go
  Where none of us should be,
  Immediately, that anguish stooped
  Almost to jealousy.

  • Time and Eternity, p. 240

• Fame is a fickle food
  Upon a shifting plate,
  Whose table once a Guest, but not
  The second time, is set.
  Whose crumbs the crows inspect,
  And with ironic caw
  Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn;
  Men eat of it and die.
  • The Single Hound, p. 257

• The blunder is to estimate,—
  “Eternity is Then,”
  We say, as of a station.
  Meanwhile he is so near,
  He joins me in my ramble,
  Divides abode with me,
  No friend have I that so persists
  As this Eternity.
  • The Single Hound, p. 261

• There is a solitude of space,
  A solitude of sea,
  A solitude of death, but these
  Society shall be,
  Compared with that profounder site,
  That polar privacy,
  A Soul admitted to Itself:
  Finite Infinity.
  • The Single Hound, p. 265

• Nature is what we see,
  The Hill, the Afternoon—
  Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,
  Nay—Nature is Heaven.

  Nature is what we hear,
  The Bobolink, the Sea—
  Thunder, the Cricket—
  Nay,—Nature is Harmony.

  Nature is what we know
  But have no art to say,
  So impotent our wisdom is
  To Her simplicity.

  • p. 268-269. The Single Hound.

• Some Days retired from the rest
  In soft distinction lie,
  The Day that a companion came—
  Or was obliged to die.
  • The Single Hound, p. 271

• The sweets of Pillage can be known
  To no one but the Thief,
  Compassion for Integrity
  Is his divinest Grief.
  • The Single Hound, p. 299

• The face we choose to miss,
  Be it but for a day—
  As absent as a hundred years
  When it has rode away.
  • The Single Hound, p. 312