Poems by Emily Dickinson

Poetess, born friday december 10, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts (United States), died saturday may 15, 1886 in Amherst, Massachusetts (United States)
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Posted by: Sylvia Drago

We Never Know How High We Are

We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies -

The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King.
Emily Dickinson
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    Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
    The Spirit lasts - but in what mode
    Below, the Body speaks,
    But as the Spirit furnishes
    Apart, it never talks
    The Music in the Violin
    Does not emerge alone
    But Arm in Arm with Touch, yet Touch
    Alone - is not a Tune
    The Spirit lurks within the Flesh
    Like Tides within the Sea
    That make the Water live, estranged
    What would the Either be?
    Does that know - now - or does it cease
    That which to this is done,
    Resuming at a mutual date
    With every future one?
    Instinct pursues the Adamant,
    Exacting this Reply,
    Adversity if it may be,
    Or wild Prosperity,
    The Rumor's Gate was shut so tight
    Before my Mind was sown,
    Not even a Prognostic's Push
    Could make a Dent thereon.
    Emily Dickinson
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