Dickinson's poems

I have never seen a wasteland.

I've never seen a wasteland-

I've never seen the sea-

But I know Heather's face.

And rough waves.

I've never talked to God.

I've never been to heaven-

But I seem to have passed the inspection.

I will definitely go to that place.

I have never met a Moor (1052).

I've never met a moor-

I've never seen the sea-

But I know how heather looks.

What a big wave.

I've never spoken to God.

And not visited in heaven-

However, I'm sure the scene

It's like a check is-

Cloudy darkness

The sky is low and cloudy,

Fly over a snowflake.

Through the rutted stables,

It is difficult to decide whether to stay.

Who treats the wind like this,

Let it complain all day.

Nature, like us,

There is usually no crown.

Covered (1075)

The sky is low, the clouds are low,

A moving snowflake

Through a barn or rut

Debate about whether it will go.

The narrow wind complains all day.

How someone treats him;

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught.

Without her crown.

I am nobody! Who are you?

Are you a nobody, too

Then let's be a couple!

Stop it! They will spread.-You know that!

How boring-it's a celebrity!

How ostentatious-like a frog-

Say your name-Long June-

Give a swamp of appreciation!

I am nobody! Who are you? (288)

I am nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then we are a couple!

Don't say it! They'll advertise.-You know!

How boring it is to be a big shot!

How public-like a frog-

Say your name-all June-

Go to an enviable swamp!

Faith is a subtle invention.

When gentlemen can see—

But the microscope is cautious.

In an emergency.

"Faith" is a very good invention (185)

Faith is a very good invention.

When gentlemen can see-

But the microscope is cautious.

In an emergency.

Become a fugitive

As soon as I heard the word "escape"

Blood flow is accelerated,

Sudden expectations,

The urge to fly.

I have never heard of an open prison.

Knocked down by the soldiers,

But I dragged the fence childishly-

Just failed again!

Escape (below) 77

I've never heard the word "escape"

Without faster blood,

Sudden expectations,

Flying posture.

I've never heard of prison

The defeated soldiers,

But I pulled my railing childishly-

Only to fail again!

hope

"Hope" is that things have feathers.

Living in the soul,

Singing songs without lyrics,

Never stop,

Breeze is the sweetest.

There is no doubt that heavy rain will cause pain.

Will upset the birds.

Keep this warm.

Listen to it cross the wonderful ocean.

Fly over the cold fields

But it doesn't want my bread crumbs.

Even if you are extremely hungry.

"Hope" (2) 254

Hope is something with feathers.

Perched in the soul,

Singing songs without lyrics,

Never stop,

Hear the sweetest sound in the strong wind;

The storm must be very painful

That will make the birds shy.

Let many people feel warm.

I heard it in the coldest place,

In the strangest sea;

However, in extreme cases,

It asked me a crumb.

The heart needs pleasure first.

Then ask for pain relief;

After that, I want those little painkillers.

Relieve the pain;

Then, ask for sleep;

As the judge wishes.

And then it should be

Ask for the freedom to die.

The heart asks for happiness first (536)

The heart first asks for happiness,

Then, look for excuses from the pain;

Then, those little painkillers

Relieve the pain;

Then, go to bed;

Then, if it should be

The will of its judges,

Freedom to die.

compensation

For every moment of ecstasy

We must pay for the pain,

Sting and tremor

In direct proportion to ecstasy.

For every beautiful moment.

Will be compensated by years of meager salary,

Fight hard for half a dime and eighty cents.

And a money box full of tears.

Compensation (125)

For every moment of ecstasy

We must pay a painful price.

In a sharp and trembling proportion

To ecstasy.

For every beloved hour

Years of meager income,

Fierce competition

A money box full of tears.

battlefield

They fall like snowflakes, like meteors,

Like roses, petals fall one after another,

When the fingers of the wind suddenly

I wore it all through early June and summer.

Where the eyes can't find it,-

They wither in the grass with tight gaps;

But God launched his unforgivable list.

You can still summon every face.

Battlefield (below) 409

They fall like snowflakes, like stars,

Like petals of a rose,

When I suddenly crossed June

A wind with fingers.

They died in the seamless grass—

No eyes can find this place;

But God is on his repeated list.

Can summon every face.

I have no time to hate.

I have no time to hate, because

The grave will stop me,

And life is not that simple.

Can stop my hostility.

And I don't have time to love,

Just because you have to be a little diligent,

I thought a little hard love

It's hard enough for me.

I have no time to hate, because (478)

I have no time to hate, because

The grave will get in my way,

Life is not that simple.

Can end hostility.

I have no time to love, but because

Some industries must,

I think, the little hard work of love,

It's big enough for me.

My river flows to you.

My river flows to you-

Blue sea! Will you welcome me?

My river is waiting for an answer-

The sea-it looks kind and kind-

I'll invite you to the stream.

From dirty corners—

Go ahead-Hai-accept me!

( 162)

My river runs to you—

Blue sea! Will you welcome me?

My river is waiting for a reply—

Oh, the sea-looking gracefully-

I'll get you Brooks.

From the spotted corner—

Say-sea-take me away!

my friend

My friend must be a bird—

Because it can fly!

My friend must be alone,

Because it will die!

It has barbs, like a bee!

Oh, strange friends!

You're confusing me!

(92)

My friend must be a bird—

Because it can fly!

Mortal, my friend must be,

Because it will die!

The barb has it, like a bee!

Ah, curious friends!

You confuse me!

Is heaven a doctor?

They say he can cure diseases;

But medicine after death

It's useless

Is heaven the national treasury?

They talked about our debts;

But that negotiation

I didn't attend.

Is heaven a doctor? ( 1278)

Is heaven a doctor?

They said he could be cured-

But after medical death,

Unavailable-

Is heaven a vault?

What do they say we owe-

But that negotiation

I'm not-

Pain lies in characteristics.

The urgency is in that sign.

The ecstasy of farewell

Call it "death"

Speaking of sustained growth

Suffering will happen.

I know it has been approved.

Reunited with the same kind.

(7 1)

A sharp pain in the five senses-

Shortness of breath-

The ecstasy of parting

Named "death"

Feel pain at the mention.

When patience grows,

I know I got permission.

Rejoin one's own team.

There are many more. Choose for yourself.