Emily Dickinson

The Poetry of Emily Dickinson

  • Ronniehar citeretfor 4 år siden
    So unsuspected violets
    Within the fields lie low,
    Too late for striving fingers
    That passed, an hour ago.
  • Jo Leehar citeretfor 4 år siden
    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.
  • Jdlyn Crtzhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    DAWN.

    When night is almost done,
    And sunrise grows so near
    That we can touch the spaces,
    It 's time to smooth the hair

    And get the dimples ready,
    And wonder we could care
    For that old faded midnight
    That frightened but an hour.
  • Jaz Alvhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    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.
  • An-nisa Pratiwihar citeretfor 6 år siden
    The soul selects her own society,
    Then shuts the door;
  • Elliot Bakerhar citeretfor 3 dage siden
    Our share of night to bear,
    Our share of morning,
    Our blank in bliss to fill,
    Our blank in scorning.

    Here a star, and there a star,
    Some lose their way.
    Here a mist, and there a mist,
    Afterwards — day!

    PSF Name: The Village

    Poetic Short Film Synopsis:

    - Members of village afraid of the night, because of the attacks at night.
    - Days are also restless, preparing for the night. That is all they do, every day. Communication with attackers has failed, as the messengers have always lost their way.
    - Two village members go to the attackers to beg for a treaty.
    - When they arrive, it is discovered that they attacked because they were just celebrating various things, since they were a very celebratory village, celebrating the little things. However, every time they launched they were unaware that there was a village there, because of the mist.

  • Elliot Bakerhar citeretfor 3 dage siden
    Success is counted sweetest
    By those who ne'er succeed.
    To comprehend a nectar
    Requires sorest need.

    Not one of all the purple host
    Who took the flag to-day
    Can tell the definition,
    So clear, of victory,

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

    PSF Title: Best President

    Poetic Short Film Synopsis:

    - Guy didn't do well in school, people called him a failure
    - Proved them wrong by becoming president of a country, made country a lot better. Defended well in the attacks.

  • Sarasinbookshar citeretfor 25 dage siden
    No rack can torture me,
    My soul's at liberty
    Behind this mortal bone
    There knits a bolder one
  • Sarasinbookshar citeretsidste måned
    I like a look of agony,
    Because I know it 's true;
    Men do not sham convulsion,
    Nor simulate a throe.
  • Sarasinbookshar citeretsidste måned
    APOTHEOSIS.

    Come slowly, Eden!
    Lips unused to thee,
    Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
    As the fainting bee,

    Reaching late his flower,
    Round her chamber hums,
    Counts his nectars — enters,
    And is lost in balms!
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