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If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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.


Comments about If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie Abbas 62 (5/11/2020 2:47:00 PM)

    Ir's a sad poem the three lines that show it are If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
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  • Rookie Emily (1/30/2020 1:27:00 PM)

    It was beautiful I think I will keep it forever (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie John Guthrie (7/10/2019 6:41:00 PM)

    This poem made me think of Mother Teresa. She spent her life serving God and helping the poor. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Catalina Franco (4/12/2019 3:14:00 AM)

    De-aș opri să se frângă o inimă,
    N-aș trăi în van;
    Dac-aș putea unei vieți
    Durerea să-i ușurez,
    Sau să i-o îndepărtez,
    Ori s-ajut o mierlă
    Să-și găsească cuibu-i,
    N-aș trăi în van.

    -traducere de Catalina Franco-
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  • Rookie Catalina Franco (4/12/2019 3:13:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson, ''Dacă aș ști să-împiedic''


    , ''De-aș opri să se frângă o inimă''


    N-aș trăi în van;
    Dac-aș putea unei vieți
    Durerea să-i ușurez,
    Sau să i-o îndepărtez,
    Ori s-ajut o mierlă
    Să-și găsească cuibu-i,
    N-aș trăi în van.

    -traducere de Catalina Franco-
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  • Rookie adrian (4/9/2019 8:45:00 PM)

    im doing dis for my sister (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Allister (12/6/2018 6:04:00 PM)

    I did a song in 7th grade based off this poem and it was beautiful (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Judith Whitney (8/20/2018 8:04:00 PM)

    I have lived by this poem my whole life (76+years) and have had the honor in life to accomplish many things for the good of everyone because of this poem and I thank you Emily Dickenson. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie bghhh (6/7/2018 5:25:00 PM)

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    Rookie Tavin (3/5/2019 12:52:00 PM)

    Love it 😍

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  • Rookie martin (5/24/2018 9:07:00 PM)

    when the was this written (Report) Reply

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Heart Poems
  1. 1. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,
    Emily Dickinson
  2. 2. Eat Your Heart Out
    Charles Bukowski
  3. 3. My Heart Leaps Up
    William Wordsworth
  4. 4. A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
    Dylan Thomas
  5. 5. Flame-Heart
    Claude McKay
  6. 6. Beggarly Heart
    Rabindranath Tagore
  7. 7. The Hope Of My Heart
    John McCrae
  8. 8. The Trusting Heart
    Dorothy Parker
  9. 9. How Is Your Heart?
    Charles Bukowski
  10. 10. Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone
    Mirza Ghalib
  11. 11. My Heart And I
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  12. 12. Love And The Gentle Heart
    Dante Alighieri
  13. 13. Never Give All The Heart
    William Butler Yeats
  14. 14. Sonnet 109: O, Never Say That I Was Fals..
    William Shakespeare
  15. 15. A Poor&Mdash;Torn Heart&Mdash;A Tattered..
    Emily Dickinson
  16. 16. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  17. 17. The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart
    Jack Gilbert
  18. 18. Into My Heart An Air That Kills
    Alfred Edward Housman
  19. 19. Exposed On The Cliffs Of The Heart
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  20. 20. The Broken Heart
    John Donne
  21. 21. My Heart Is Heavy
    Sara Teasdale
  22. 22. Guiltless Heart
    Sir Francis Bacon
  23. 23. Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart
    John Donne
  24. 24. My Heart Was Full
    Stevie Smith
  25. 25. My Heart
    Frank O'Hara
  26. 26. Has My Heart Gone To Sleep?
    Antonio Machado
  27. 27. "Me Thinks This Heart..."
    Emily Jane Brontë
  28. 28. The Gardener Lxi: Peace, My Heart
    Rabindranath Tagore
  29. 29. Busy Heart, The
    Rupert Brooke
  30. 30. Lament (Whom Will You Cry To, Heart?)
    Rainer Maria Rilke
  31. 31. My Heart Is Lame
    Charlotte Mary Mew
  32. 32. With Rue My Heart Is Laden
    Alfred Edward Housman
  33. 33. Lover's Gifts Iv: She Is Near To My Heart
    Rabindranath Tagore
  34. 34. Cinema Calendar Of The Abstract Heart - 09
    Tristan Tzara
  35. 35. Star Of My Heart
    Vachel Lindsay
  36. 36. Sweet Love, Sweet Thorn, When Lightly To..
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  37. 37. As The Heart Hopes
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  38. 38. My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His
    Sir Philip Sidney
  39. 39. Sonnet 133: Beshrew That Heart That Make..
    William Shakespeare
  40. 40. The Dreams Of My Heart"
    Sara Teasdale
  41. 41. Still Heart
    Rabindranath Tagore
  42. 42. Sonnet 03 - Unlike Are We, Unlike, O Pri..
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  43. 43. My Own Heart Let Me More Have Pity On
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  44. 44. I Prithee Send Me Back My Heart
    Sir John Suckling
  45. 45. The Ravings Which My Enemy Uttered I Hea..
    Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
  46. 46. The Debate Between Villon And His Heart
    François Villon
  47. 47. The Sea's Wash In The Hollow Of The Hear..
    Denise Levertov
  48. 48. Sonnet 47: Betwixt Mine Eye And Heart A ..
    William Shakespeare
  49. 49. Cameron's Heart
    Henry Lawson
  50. 50. Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?
    James Joyce

Heart Poems

  1. Flame-Heart

    So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the purple apples come to juice, And what month brings the shy forget-me-not. I have forgot the special, startling season Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting; What time of year the ground doves brown the fields And fill the noonday with their curious fluting. I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December. I still recall the honey-fever grass, But cannot recollect the high days when We rooted them out of the ping-wing path To stop the mad bees in the rabbit pen. I often try to think in what sweet month The languid painted ladies used to dapple The yellow by-road mazing from the main, Sweet with the golden threads of the rose-apple. I have forgotten--strange--but quite remember The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December. What weeks, what months, what time of the mild year We cheated school to have our fling at tops? What days our wine-thrilled bodies pulsed with joy Feasting upon blackberries in the copse? Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days, Even the sacred moments when we played, All innocent of passion, uncorrupt, At noon and evening in the flame-heart's shade. We were so happy, happy, I remember, Beneath the poinsettia's red in warm December.

  2. A Process In The Weather Of The Heart

    A process in the weather of the heart Turns damp to dry; the golden shot Storms in the freezing tomb. A weather in the quarter of the veins Turns night to day; blood in their suns Lights up the living worm. A process in the eye forwarns The bones of blindness; and the womb Drives in a death as life leaks out. A darkness in the weather of the eye Is half its light; the fathomed sea Breaks on unangled land. The seed that makes a forest of the loin Forks half its fruit; and half drops down, Slow in a sleeping wind. A weather in the flesh and bone Is damp and dry; the quick and dead Move like two ghosts before the eye. A process in the weather of the world Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child Sits in their double shade. A process blows the moon into the sun, Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin; And the heart gives up its dead.

  3. Eat Your Heart Out

    I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further. she gets up. this is it, she says, this will do. well, I'm going. I get up and walk her to the door just as she leaves she says, I want you to buy me some high-heeled shoes with tall thin spikes, black high-heeled shoes. no, I want them red. I watch her walk down the cement walk under the trees she walks all right and as the pointsettas drip in the sun I close the door.

  4. My Heart Leaps Up

    My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

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