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"Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—"He aven" is—to Me!

The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!

Her teasing Purples—Afternoons—
The credulous—decoy—
Enamored—of the Conjuror—
That spurned us—Yesterday!

Comments about "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach! by Emily Dickinson

  • Dr Tony Brahmin 11/20/2020 4:53:00 AM

    The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
    The interdicted Land—
    Behind the Hill—the House behind—
    There—Paradise—is found!
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  • Zuleyma Gutierrez 11/14/2020 7:25:00 AM

    I love this poem it is very nice Reply

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  • Zuleyma Gutierrez 11/14/2020 7:24:00 AM

    God bless her for this wonderful poem Reply

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  • Samuel Anthony 10/13/2020 12:54:00 PM

    God bless you madam for this wonderfull poem. Reply

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  • Dr Tony Brahmin 10/13/2020 10:11:00 AM

    The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
    The interdicted Land—
    Behind the Hill—the House behind—
    There—Paradise—is found!
    Imagination of a poet or poetess
    need not be theological. tony
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  • Bjpafa Meragente 5/24/2020 6:30:00 PM

    The decoy and the conjuror, puppet and puppeteer, victim and infliction, author, iniquity, so many places, roles well premeditated, raw and pure impromptu... Heaven, why every word should have an antonym? Teasing, credulous, aren't we all. Heavenly and not so much. Reply

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  • Ankwasa Harlord 3/24/2020 8:48:00 AM

    Wow I like it Reply

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  • Adeeb Alfateh 7/11/2019 4:13:00 AM

    The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
    The interdicted Land—
    Behind the Hill—the House behind—
    There—Paradise—is found!


    great poem
    great write
    great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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  • Castellenas John 4/16/2019 12:12:00 AM

    Thank you Emily. A amazing poem. Reply

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  • Castellenas John 3/27/2019 3:52:00 PM

    A amazing poem by the talented writer. Reply

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Heaven Poems
  1. 1. "Heaven"—Is What I Cannot Reach!
    Emily Dickinson
  2. 2. He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
    William Butler Yeats
  3. 3. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me
    Emily Dickinson
  4. 4. Maker Of Heaven And Earth (All Things Br..
    Cecil Frances Alexander
  5. 5. The Hound Of Heaven
    Francis Thompson
  6. 6. A New Heaven
    Wilfred Owen
  7. 7. Heaven-Haven
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  8. 8. The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell
    William Blake
  9. 9. Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
    William Butler Yeats
  10. 10. Marriage's Made In Heaven
    Rajaram Ramachandran
  11. 11. Heaven
    Rupert Brooke
  12. 12. A Star Fell From Heaven
    David Harris
  13. 13. God Lay Dead In Heaven;
    Stephen Crane
  14. 14. Heaven They Say!
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  15. 15. How Far Is It To Heaven?
    Emily Dickinson
  16. 16. The Cold Heaven
    William Butler Yeats
  17. 17. To Heaven
    Robert Herrick
  18. 18. Proverbs Of Hell (Excerpt From The Marri..
    William Blake
  19. 19. Heaven
    Steve Turner
  20. 20. Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven?
    Emily Dickinson
  21. 21. Last Night My Soul Cried O Exalted Spher..
    Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
  22. 22. Going To Heaven!
    Emily Dickinson
  23. 23. I Went To Heaven,--
    Emily Dickinson
  24. 24. Heaven
    Philip Levine
  25. 25. Except To Heaven, She Is Nought
    Emily Dickinson
  26. 26. When The Shy Star Goes Forth In Heaven
    James Joyce
  27. 27. One Year In Heaven
    Michele Weston
  28. 28. Except The Heaven Had Come So Near
    Emily Dickinson
  29. 29. In Heaven,
    Stephen Crane
  30. 30. He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A P..
    William Butler Yeats
  31. 31. The Heaven Of Animals
    James Dickey
  32. 32. Heaven
    Savannah Allison
  33. 33. Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind
    Emily Dickinson
  34. 34. I'Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent
    Emily Dickinson
  35. 35. Letter From Heaven (Children)
    C.J. Heck
  36. 36. Dear Mommy Up In Heaven (Children)
    C.J. Heck
  37. 37. Lover's Gifts Xliv: Where Is Heaven
    Rabindranath Tagore
  38. 38. General William Booth Enters Into Heaven
    Vachel Lindsay
  39. 39. We Pray&Mdash;To Heaven
    Emily Dickinson
  40. 40. Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not
    Emily Dickinson
  41. 41. Windows In Heaven (Children)
    C.J. Heck
  42. 42. I Would To Heaven That I Were So Much Clay
    George Gordon Byron
  43. 43. Xxix Heart's Heaven
    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
  44. 44. How I Walked Alone In The Jungles Of Hea..
    Vachel Lindsay
  45. 45. Dinah In Heaven
    Rudyard Kipling
  46. 46. Happy Mothers Day In Heaven
    Donna Nimmo
  47. 47. Take Your Heaven Further On
    Emily Dickinson
  48. 48. Heaven Has Different Signs—to Me
    Emily Dickinson
  49. 49. Stairway To Heaven
    Ernestine Northover
  50. 50. Is It Rude To Send A Message To Heaven?
    Mary Nagy

Heaven Poems

  1. He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

    HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

  2. Maker Of Heaven And Earth (All Things Bright And Beautiful)

    All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings. The rich man in his castle, The poor man at his gate, God made them, high or lowly, And ordered their estate. The purple-headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset, and the morning, That brightens up the sky; The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. The tall trees in the greenwood, The meadows where we play, The rushes by the water, We gather every day;-- He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell, How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.

  3. The Hound Of Heaven

    I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind, and in the midst of tears I hid from him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped and shot precipitated Adown titanic glooms of chasme d hears From those strong feet that followed, followed after But with unhurrying chase and unperturbe d pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat, and a Voice beat, More instant than the feet: All things betray thee who betrayest me. I pleaded, outlaw--wise by many a hearted casement, curtained red, trellised with inter-twining charities, For though I knew His love who followe d, Yet was I sore adread, lest having Him, I should have nought beside. But if one little casement parted wide, The gust of his approach would clash it to. Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue. Across the margent of the world I fled, And troubled the gold gateways of the stars, Smiting for shelter on their clange d bars, Fretted to dulcet jars and silvern chatter The pale ports of the moon. I said to Dawn --- be sudden, to Eve --- be soon, With thy young skiey blossoms heap me over From this tremendous Lover. Float thy vague veil about me lest He see. I tempted all His servitors but to find My own betrayal in their constancy, In faith to Him, their fickleness to me, Their traitorous trueness and their loyal deceit. To all swift things for swiftness did I sue, Clung to the whistling mane of every wind, But whether they swept, smoothly fleet, The long savannahs of the blue, Or whether, thunder-driven, They clanged His chariot thwart a heaven, Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn of their feet, Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue. Still with unhurrying chase and unperturbed pace Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, Came on the following feet, and a Voice above their beat: Nought shelters thee who wilt not shelter Me. I sought no more that after which I strayed In face of Man or Maid. But still within the little childrens' eyes Seems something, something that replies, They at least are for me, surely for me. But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair, With dawning answers there, Their angel plucked them from me by the hair. Come then, ye other children, Nature's Share with me, said I, your delicate fellowship. Let me greet you lip to lip, Let me twine with you caresses, Wantoning with our Lady Mother's vagrant tresses, Banqueting with her in her wind walled palace, Underneath her azured dai:s, Quaffing, as your taintless way is, From a chalice, lucent weeping out of the dayspring. So it was done. I in their delicate fellowship was one. Drew the bolt of Nature's secrecies, I knew all the swift importings on the wilful face of skies, I knew how the clouds arise, Spume d of the wild sea-snortings. All that's born or dies, Rose and drooped with, Made them shapers of mine own moods, or wailful, or Divine. With them joyed and was bereaven. I was heavy with the Even, when she lit her glimmering tapers round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes. I triumphed and I saddened with all weather, Heaven and I wept together, and its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine. Against the red throb of its sunset heart, I laid my own to beat And share commingling heat. But not by that, by that was eased my human smart. In vain my tears were wet on Heaven's grey cheek. For ah! we know what each other says, these things and I; In sound I speak, Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences. Nature, poor step-dame, cannot slake my drouth. Let her, if she would owe me Drop yon blue-bosomed veil of sky And show me the breasts o' her tenderness. Never did any milk of hers once bless my thirsting mouth. Nigh and nigh draws the chase, with unperturbe d pace Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, And past those noise d feet, a Voice comes yet more fleet: Lo, nought contentst thee who content'st nought Me. Naked, I wait thy Love's uplifted stroke. My harness, piece by piece, thou'st hewn from me And smitten me to my knee, I am defenceless, utterly. I slept methinks, and awoke. And slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep. In the rash lustihead of my young powers, I shook the pillaring hours, and pulled my life upon me. Grimed with smears, I stand amidst the dust o' the mounded years-- My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap. My days have crackled and gone up in smoke, Have puffed and burst like sunstarts on a stream. Yeah, faileth now even dream the dreamer and the lute, the lutanist. Even the linked fantasies in whose blossomy twist, I swung the Earth, a trinket at my wrist, Have yielded, cords of all too weak account, For Earth, with heavy grief so overplussed. Ah! is thy Love indeed a weed, albeit an Amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its own to mount? Ah! must, Designer Infinite, Ah! must thou char the wood 'ere thou canst limn with it ? My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust. And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is. What is to be ? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind ? I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds, Yet ever and anon, a trumpet sounds From the hid battlements of Eternity. Those shaken mists a space unsettle, Then round the half-glimpse d turrets, slowly wash again. But not 'ere Him who summoneth I first have seen, enwound With glooming robes purpureal; Cypress crowned. His name I know, and what his trumpet saith. Whether Man's Heart or Life it be that yield thee harvest, Must thy harvest fields be dunged with rotten death ? Now of that long pursuit, Comes at hand the bruit. That Voice is round me like a bursting Sea: And is thy Earth so marred, Shattered in shard on shard? Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest me. Strange, piteous, futile thing; Wherefore should any set thee love apart? Seeing none but I makes much of Naught (He said). And human love needs human meriting --- How hast thou merited, Of all Man's clotted clay, the dingiest clot. Alack! Thou knowest not How little worthy of any love thou art. Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee, Save me, save only me? All which I took from thee, I did'st but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in my arms. All which thy childs mistake fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at Home. Rise, clasp my hand, and come. Halts by me that Footfall. Is my gloom, after all, Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly? Ah, Fondest, Blindest, Weakest, I am He whom thou seekest. Thou dravest Love from thee who dravest Me.

  4. "Heaven" Has Different Signs&Mdash;To Me

    575 "Heaven" has different Signs—to me— Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the World And settles in the Hills— An Awe if it should be like that Upon the Ignorance steals— The Orchard, when the Sun is on— The Triumph of the Birds When they together Victory make— Some Carnivals of Clouds— The Rapture of a finished Day— Returning to the West— All these—remind us of the place That Men call "paradise"— Itself be fairer—we suppose— But how Ourself, shall be Adorned, for a Superior Grace— Not yet, our eyes can see—