English poetry

Poems in English

What Twigs We held by

What Twigs We held by

What Twigs We held by
Oh the View
When Life’s swift River striven through
We pause before a further plunge
To take Momentum
As the Fringe

Upon a former Garment shows
The Garment cast,
Our Props disclose
So scant, so eminently small
Of Might to help, so pitiful
To sink, if We had labored, fond
The diligence were not more blind

How scant, by everlasting Light
The Discs that satisfied Our Sight
How dimmer than a Saturn’s Bar
The Things esteemed, for Things that are!



Poem What Twigs We held by - Emily Dickinson