Thursday, September 22, 2016

Tried always and Condemned by thee


Tried always and Condemned by thee
Permit me this reprieve
That dying I may earn the look
For which I cease to live —
Emily is accused of witchcraft. She will die of shock at her look.
You have interrogated incessantly and condemned me.
Permit me reprieve so that
I may get the hideous look
For which I cease to breathe —

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Count not that far that can be had,


Count not that far that can be had,
Though sunset lie between —
Nor that adjacent, that beside,
Is further than the sun
.
The sunset is an obstacle to measure the distance of neighboring stars. There may be another star behind the sun.
Don’t measure how far two neighbor stars be,
Though the sunset lie between them—
Nor the adfacent star is
Further than the sun.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

A Planted Life - diversified


A Planted Life - diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles - ‘tis when
A Value struggle - it exist -
A Power - will proclaim
Although Annihilation pile
Whole chaoses on Him –
Emily talks herself that struggle is valuable for prospector’s life. He doesn’t mind the result.
A Planted Life, diversified
With pain for gold or Silver
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles– a discoverer
Will proclaim that ‘tis when
You struggle a value, it exist
Although destruction pile
Whole confusion on Him
-

Monday, September 19, 2016

I know some lonely Houses off the Road


I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber’d like the look of —
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to —
A Portico,
Where two could creep —
One — hand the Tools —
The other peep —
To make sure All’s Asleep —
Old fashioned eyes —
Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the Kitchen’d look, by night,
With just a Clock —
But they could gag the Tick —
And Mice won’t bark —
And so the Walls — don’t tell —
None — will —
A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir —
An Almanac’s aware —
Was it the Mat — winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon — slides down the stair,
To see who’s there!
There’s plunder — where —
Tankard, or Spoon —
Earring — or Stone —
A Watch — Some Ancient Brooch
To match the grandmamma —
Staid sleeping — there —
Day — rattles — too
Stealth’s — slow —
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore —
Screams Chanticleer
“Who’s there”?
And Echoes — Trains away,
Sneer — “Where”!
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise — left the door ajar!
Emily describes robbers’ stealing into Elderly couple’s house.
I know little lonely Houses off the Road
Robbers would like the look of —
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to —
A Portico,
Where two could steal —
One could hand the Tools —
The other could peep —
To make sure all is asleep —
Old aged eyes —
It is not easy to surprise!
How orderly the Kitchen could look, by night,
With just a Clock orderly—
But they could stop the Tick —
And Mice won’t bark —
And so the walls don’t tell —
None will tell—
A pair of visible thing partly open —
A calendar is awake —
Was it the floor cover
Or did a nervous star wink?
The Moon slides down the stair,
To see who’s there!
There’s plunder — where —
Drinking cup, or spoon —
Earring or precious stone —
A Watch and rather ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma —
She is sleeping soundly there —
Day wakes up too
Stealth is slow —
The Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore —
A chanticleer screams
“Who’s there”?
It echoes and trains away,
they sneer — “Where”!
While the old Couple, just awake,
Fancy the Sunrise left the door ajar!

Sunday, September 18, 2016

The Soul should always stand ajar


The Soul should always stand ajar
That if the Heaven inquire
He will not be obliged to wait
Or shy of troubling Her
Depart, before the Host have slid
The Bolt unto the Door ―
To search for the accomplished Guest,
Her Visitor, no more ―
The soul must be prepared for the Guest from Heaven.
The soul should always stand ajar
Otherwise if God visit
He must use the time to wait
Or mind troubling her depart
Before the Host have slid
The Bolt unto the Door ―
When she search for the perfect Guest,
Her Visitor is found no more ―

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Remorse is memory awake,


Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir,—
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.
It’s past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.
Remorse is cureless,—the disease
Not even God can heal;
For ’t is his institution,—
The complement of hell.
Regret is incurable! It is his institution and the complement of Hell.
Regret is active memory,
Her carriers are all disturbed,—
We sense a presence of lost acts
At window and at door.
Its past is posted before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
To facilitate her inspection
Of its condensed document.
Regret is cureless disease
That even God cannot heal;
For it is his institution,—
The complement of hell.

Friday, September 16, 2016

The Body grows without —


The Body grows without —
The more convenient way —
That if the Spirit — like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,
Ajar — secure — inviting —
It never did betray
The Soul that asked its shelter
In solemn honesty
The bigger body can afford to welcome the soul who wants to shelter!
The body grows outward—
It’s convenient for us —
If the spirit like to hide
Its temple stands, alway,
Ajar — secure — inviting —
It did never betray
The Soul that asked its shelter
In serious honesty

Thursday, September 15, 2016

A Mine there is no Man would own


A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside ―
Potosi never to be spent
But hoarded in the mind
What Misers wring their hands tonight
For Indies in the Ground!

Potosi” is known for rich silver mines in Spanish colonial days.  It was actually exhausted in 19th century. But “Potosi” is still hoarded in the mind.

Nobody would own that mine
But it must be transferred,
Demeaning neighboring Nature
By exclusive wealth ―
Potosi will never be exhausted
But what Misers grip tonight
For West Indies in the Ground
Is hoarded in the mind!


* Indies: West Indies

Talk with Prudence to a Beggar


Talk with Prudence to a Beggar
Of “Potosi”, and the mines!
Reverently, to the Hungry
Of your viands, and your wines!
Cautious, hint to any Captive
You have passed enfranchized feet!
Anecdotes of air in Dungeons
Have sometimes proved deadly sweet!
Talk carefully to the poor, the hungry men, the captive! The story should hurt them.
Talk carefully to a Beggar
About “Potosi”, and the mines!
Talk respectfully, to the Hungry
About your tasty dish, and your wines!
Hint cautiously to any Captive
You have passed unfettered feet!
Stories of fresh air have sometimes 
Proved deadly sweet in dungeons!
“Potosi” is well known for the prosperity of rich mines: a symbol of wealth and greedt.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Morning – is the place for Dew – 


Morning – is the place for Dew –


Morning – is the place for Dew –
Corn – is made at Noon –
After dinner light – for flowers –
Dukes – for setting sun!

Emily Dickinson

Nature takes advantage of times; morning, midday, afternoon, evening.

Morning is good for dew drops–
Midday is good for corn growth –
Flowers bloom in the afternoon –
Eagle owls inform us of the evening!

*After dinner: afternoon (dinner was eaten at noon in her time)


*duke: eagle owl