the prowling Bee

We'll pass without the parting So to spare Certificate of Absence — Deeming where I left Her I could find Her If I tried — This way, I k...

Life is death we're lengthy at, Death the hinge to life.                             F502 (1863) Dickinson included this aphorism in ...

I found this lovely tribute to Dickinson in my inbox this morning, courtesy of Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac. You can fin...

The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on— The Robin is the One...

I set out to comment on all of Emily Dickinson's poems. So far I've done 500 of them – and that's not even a third! Alas, reader...

Best Gains  must have the Losses' test – To constitute them – Gains.                                                                  ...

I lived on Dread — To Those who know The stimulus there is In Danger — Other impetus Is numb — and vitalless — As 'twere a Spur — upon t...

One and One — are One — Two — be finished using — Well enough for schools — But for minor Choosing — Life — just — Or Death — Or the Everl...

The Beggar Lad — dies early — It's Somewhat in the Cold — And somewhat in the Trudging feet — And haply, in the World — The Cruel — smil...

Garter of gold The Day undressed — Herself — Her Garter — was of Gold — Her Petticoat of Purple — plain — Her Dimities as old Exactly...

The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today — Further than that — Nor stop to play with the Hay — Nor threaten a Hat — He's a tran...

When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood — At a Window facing West — Roughest Air — was good — Not a Sleet could bite me — Not a fro...

To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone — When One has failed to stop them — Is Human — but Divine To lend an Ample Sinew U...

The World — feels Dusty When We stop to Die — We want the Dew — then — Honors — taste dry — Flags — vex a Dying face — But the least Fan Sti...

Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature — and some Men — Rest at Noon — some Men — While Nature And the Sun — go on —                   ...

My Faith is larger than the Hills — So when the Hills decay — My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way — 'Tis first H...