To bloom and branch

Today's Dickinsonian oracle. May you branch, too. Or at least tingle.

I am alive - I guess -
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory -
And at my finger's end -

The Carmine - tingles warm -
And if I hold a Glass
Across my mouth - it blurs it -
Physician's - proof of Breath -
(E. Dickinson, from 605)

About each other and time's pausing

And the Dickinsonian oracle today says:

We talked with each other about each other
Though neither of us spoke -
We were listening to the Second's Races
and the Hoofs of the Clock -
Pausing in front of our Palsied Faces
Time compassion took -
Arks of Reprieve he offered to us -
Ararats - we took -
(E. Dickinson, 1506)

Here comes the sun (and soul)

On this solstice, the Dickinsonian oracle shines forth:

You Cannot take itself
From any Human soul -
That indestructable estate
Enable him to dwell -
Impregnable as Light
That every man behold
But take away as difficult
As undiscovered Gold -
(E. Dickinson, 1359)

Growing up

Today's Dickinsonian oracle:

We outgrow love, like other things
And put it in the Drawer -
Till it an Antique fashioh shows -
Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
(E. Dickinson, 1094)

Those poems, those peonies

Today's blossom: the Dickinsonian oracle.

I pay - in Satin Cash -
You did not state - your price -
A Petal, for a Paragraph
Is near as I can guess -
(E. Dickinson, 526)

Things that fly

Today's Dickinsonian oracle:

The Butterfly in honored Dust
Assuredly will lie
But none will pass the Catacomb
So chastened as the Fly
(E. Dickinson, 1305)

Where we go

Today's Dickinsonian oracle:

We can but follow to the Sun -
As oft as He go down
He leaves Ourselves a Sphere behind
'Tis mostly - following -

We go no further with the Dust
Than to the Earthen Door -
And then the Panels are reversed -
And we behold - no more
(E. Dickinson, 845)