Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Emily Dickinson: Mountain Poems Edited by Peter Y. Chou WisdomPortal.com

Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1976)

Poem #666 (1863) Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages— pause for you— Sunset— reviews her Sapphire Regiment— Day— drops you her Red Adieu! Still— Clad in your Mail of ices— Thigh of Granite— and thew— of Steel— Heedless— alike— of pomp— or parting Ah, Teneriffe! I'm kneeling— still— ************************************ Poem #667 (1863) Bloom upon the Mountain— stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced— the same— Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing Should endow the Day— Not a Topic of a Twilight— Show itself away— Who for tilling— to the Mountain Come, and disappear— Whose be Her Renown, or fading, Witness, is not here— While I state— the Solemn Petals, Far as North— and East, Far as South and West— expanding— Culminate— in Rest— And the Mountain to the Evening Fit His Countenance— Indicating, by no Muscle— The Experience— ************************************ Poem #757 (1863) The Mountains— grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt— Exhaustion— Assistance— or Applause— In Their Eternal Faces The Sun— with just delight Looks long— and last— and golden— For fellowship— at night— ************************************

Poem #772 (1863) The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given To Him who strives severe At middle of the Hill— But He who has achieved the Top— All— is the price of All— ************************************ Poem #975 (1864) The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere— The Seasons played around his knees Like Children round a sire— Grandfather of the Days is He Of Dawn, the Ancestor— ************************************ Poem #1278 (1873) The Mountains stood in Haze— The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and the Sky. At leisure was the Sun— His interests of Fire A little from remark withdrawn— The Twilight spoke the Spire, So soft upon the Scene The Act of evening fell We felt how neighborly a Thing Was the Invisible. ************************************           Mount Rainier, Watercolor Painting