Of All The Souls
by Emily Dickinson
Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit files away,
And subterfuge is done;
When that which Is and that which Was
Apart, intrinsic stand,
And this brief sojourn of the flesh
Is shifted like a sand;
Wild Nights
by Emily Dickinson
Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
William Carlos Williams[1883-1963]
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love three? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the dept and breadth and height.
My soul can reach when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's.
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as man strive for Right:
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use.
In my old friefs, and with my childhood faiths.
I love thee a love I seem to lose.
With my lost saints.--I love three with the breath.
Smiles and tears, of all my life!--and, if God chooses.
I shall love thee better after death.
Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one.
When sense from spirit files away,
And subterfuge is done;
When that which Is and that which Was
Apart, intrinsic stand,
And this brief sojourn of the flesh
Is shifted like a sand;
Wild Nights
by Emily Dickinson
Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
William Carlos Williams[1883-1963]
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love three? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the dept and breadth and height.
My soul can reach when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's.
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as man strive for Right:
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use.
In my old friefs, and with my childhood faiths.
I love thee a love I seem to lose.
With my lost saints.--I love three with the breath.
Smiles and tears, of all my life!--and, if God chooses.
I shall love thee better after death.
Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port
Done with the compass
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden.
Ah, the sea.
Might I but moor
Tonight with thee!
This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
William Carlos Williams[1883-1963]
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love three? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the dept and breadth and height.
My soul can reach when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's.
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as man strive for Right:
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use.
In my old friefs, and with my childhood faiths.
I love thee a love I seem to lose.
With my lost saints.--I love three with the breath.
Smiles and tears, of all my life!--and, if God chooses.
I shall love thee better after death.
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
William Carlos Williams[1883-1963]
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love three? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the dept and breadth and height.
My soul can reach when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's.
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as man strive for Right:
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use.
In my old friefs, and with my childhood faiths.
I love thee a love I seem to lose.
With my lost saints.--I love three with the breath.
Smiles and tears, of all my life!--and, if God chooses.
I shall love thee better after death.
How do I love three? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the dept and breadth and height.
My soul can reach when feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's.
Most quiet need by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as man strive for Right:
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use.
In my old friefs, and with my childhood faiths.
I love thee a love I seem to lose.
With my lost saints.--I love three with the breath.
Smiles and tears, of all my life!--and, if God chooses.
I shall love thee better after death.