Too cold is this
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Too cold is this
To warm with Sun —
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work —
Outstaring Masonry —
How went the Agile Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate
But just an Asterisk.
Source: Wikisource
Get a poem on every new tab – PoemLake for Chrome
More poems by Emily Dickinson
-
Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— …
-
There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
-
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil …
-
There came a Wind like a Bugle —
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …
All poems by Emily Dickinson →