The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series One
Nature, Poem 22: A Day
by Emily Dickinson
I'll tell you how the sun rose, —
I'll tell you how the sun rose, —
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Did the harebell loose her girdle
As children bid the guest good-night
There is a shame of nobleness
My cocoon tightens, colors tease
A shady friend for torrid days
My country need not change her gown
The moon is distant from the sea
"Mine enemy is growing old, —"
Through the straight pass of suffering
I can wade grief
Who is it that says most, which can say more
Have you got a brook in your little heart
'T was a long parting, but the time
The skies can't keep their secret!
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
I never hear the word "escape"
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I know a place where summer strives
When I was small, a woman died.
To hear an oriole sing
Remorse is memory awake