Where Roses would not dare to go,

Where Roses would not dare to go,
What Heart would risk the way —
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To sound the Enemy —

Emily Dickinson

Strawberry

Where Roses would not dare to go,
Who would risk their culture —
And so I send my Crimson Scouts
To spy the Enemy —

It belongs to the rose family and grows crimson.

These — saw Visions —

These — saw Visions —
Latch them softly —
These — held Dimples —
Smooth them slow —
This — addressed departing accents —
Quick — Sweet Mouth — to miss thee so —

This — We stroked —
Unnumbered Satin —
These — we held among our own —
Fingers of the Slim Aurora —
Not so arrogant — this Noon —

These — adjust — that ran to meet us —
Pearl — for Stocking — Pearl for Shoe —
Paradise — the only Palace
Fit for Her reception — now —

Emily Dickinson

Death Makeup

These saw Visions —
Close them softly —
These held disarranged —
Smooth them slow —
This addressed departing accents —
We missed Quick and Sweet Mouth —

We stroked
This priceless Satin —
We held these among our own—
The Fingers of the slim Aurora
Are not so proud this Noon —

Adjust these that ran to meet us —
Pearl for Stocking and Pearl for Shoe —
Paradise is the only Palace
Fit for Her reception now —

* These: hair

*” These — saw Visions”: Dying people is believed to see a vision of the Heaven.

My friend must be a Bird —

My friend must be a Bird —
Because it flies!
Mortal, my friend must be,
Because it dies!
Barbs has it, like a Bee!
Ah, curious friend!
Thou puzzlest me!

Emily Dickinson

Flying squirrel

My friend must be a Bird —
Because it flies!
My friend must be mortal,
Because it dies!
It has Barbs , like a Bee!
Ah, curious friend!
You puzzle me!

I asked no other thing,

I asked no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty merchant smiled.

Brazil? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
“But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?”

Sunset in Brazilian Red 

I asked no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered my Life for it;
The stout merchant smiled.

Brazilian Red? He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way:
“But, madam, is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?”

A conversation between a Merchant specializing in Red Color and his best Customer who ordered Brazilian Red, but received disappointingly a different Color. Of course, the Merchant is Sunset and his Customer is Emily.

* “Brazil” means Brazilian Red Color, though very expensive, to which Emily Adhered.

From his slim Palace in the Dust

From his slim Palace in the Dust
He relegates the Realm,
More loyal for the exody
That has befallen him.

Emily Dickinson 

Moses

From his Coffin in the Dust
He relegates the Realm,
More loyal for those
Who’ve followed him

Emily tells people were under the posthumous leadership of Moses.. 

Sweet — safe — Houses —

Sweet — safe — Houses —
Glad — gay — Houses —
Sealed so stately tight —
Lids of Steel — on Lids of Marble —
Locking Bare feet out —

Brooks of Plush — in Banks of Satin
Not so softly fall
As the laughter — and the whisper —
From their People Pearl —

No Bald Death — affront their Parlors —
No Bold Sickness come
To deface their Stately Treasures —
Anguish — and the Tomb —

Hum by — in Muffled Coaches —
Lest they — wonder Why —
Any — for the Press of Smiling —
Interrupt — to die —

Emily Dickinson

Hearse

Sweet and safe Houses —
Glad and gay Houses —
Sealed so completely tight —
Lids of Steel on Lids of Marble —
To block out bare feet —

Streams of Plush in Banks of Satin
Do not fall so softly
As the laughter and the whisper
From their Pearly People—

No Bald Death insult their Parlors —
No Bold Sickness come
To deface their Splendid Treasures
With pain—the Funeral Procession

Hum by in Muffled Coaches —
Lest they wonder the Reason —
Anything interrupt them to pass away
For the Press of Smiling —

Whatever it is — she has tried it —

Whatever it is — she has tried it —
Awful Father of Love —
Is not Ours the chastising —
Do not chastise the Dove —

Not for Ourselves, petition —
Nothing is left to pray —
When a subject is finished —
Words are handed away —

Only lest she be lonely
In thy beautiful House
Give her for her Transgression
License to think of us —

Emily Dickinson

Noah and his family

Whatever it is — she has tried it —
Awful Father of Love —
Do not chastise Us —
Do not chastise the Dove —

We do not pray for Ourselves —
We pray Nothing —
When a subject is finished —
We have no Word —

Only lest she be lonely
In thy beautiful House
Allow her to think of us
for her Sin —

Emily is not in favour with Doves, except the loyal One Who dared to risk her life for her patriarch.