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Scarlett Johansson
Emily Dickinson Poems

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from the Scarlett Road Page
Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one...

from the Index Page
I found the phrase to every thought...

from the Biography Page
Grace riding Pilgrim
Since I hoped I dared...

from the Filmography Page
By but twelve performed!

from the Kudos Page
Nature rarer uses yellow...
Spending scarlet like a woman...

from the Links Page
Scarlett Here a star,
and there a star...Scarlett

from the Magazines Page
Gracing looking through window
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

from the Pictures from Movies Page
The soul selects her own society...

from the Pictures from Scarlett's Movies Page
Grace in the snow
'Tis so much joy!
'Tis so much joy!

from the NORTH Page
family at train
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And supercilious, peer
In shanties by the side of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop - docile and omnipotent -
At its own stable door.

from the JUST CAUSE Page
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

from the IF LUCY FELL Page
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That 'heaven' is to me.

The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, -
There Paradise is found!

from the MANNY & LO Page
Manny writing
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

from the FALL Page
little girl
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.

from the HOME ALONE 3 Page
God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, - forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightaway.

God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown!

Grace's prosthesis
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without opress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears the human soul.

from the MY BROTHER THE PIG Page
To hear the children play...


Each life converges to some centre
Expressed or still;
Exists in every human nature
A goal...

from the GHOST WORLD Page

Our journey had advanced;
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road...

from the BARBER PROJECT Page

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

from the ARAC ATTACK page

When I hoped I feared,
Since I hoped I dared;
Everywhere alone
As a church remain;
Spectre cannot harm,
Spectre cannot charm;
He disposes doom,
Who hath suffered him.

from the TOO COOL page

I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf...

from the Horse History Page
Grace riding
Could I but ride indefinite...

from the Recovery Page
Pilgrim on hill
How much can come
And how much can go,
And yet abide the world!

from the Resources Page
Grace with cane
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

from the Merchandise Page
Grace on stool Grace on Pilgrim
Triumph may be of several kinds.

from the Reviews Page
Grace's eyes
Look back on time with kindly eyes...

from the Sounds Page

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Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!

Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!

The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.

My holiday shall be
That they remember me;

My paradise, the fame
That they pronounce my name.

from the Television Page
Scarlett and High Tower
To seek for the accomplished guest...

from the Rosie Page
To see her is a picture
To hear her is a tune...

from the Visions of Grace Page
Her Grace is all she has...

from the VH1 Page
To be alive is power...

from the Letterman Page
To bestow a world
And withhold a star...

from the Update Page
Grace standing alone
I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew but not the next
Would be my final inch -
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.

from the Awards Page
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June...

from the Asterisk Page
I did not reach thee...

from the Close Page

(which has been removed from the site)
Grace in snow
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.

from the Copyright Page
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

from no page
(just because I like it)
God made a little gentian;
It tried to be a rose
But failed, and all the summer laughed,
But just before the snows
There came a purple creature
That ravished all the hill;
And summer hid her forehead,
And mockery was still,
The frosts were her condition;
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North evoked it,
"Creator! shall I bloom?"

for this page
It's all I have to bring to-day
This, and my heart beside...

Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

(Granger Collection, NY)

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