Poems By Emily Dickinson


A Bird came down the Walk

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

A Route of Evanescence

A slash of Blue

A word is dead

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

Ample make this Bed

Apparently with no surprise

Awake ye muses nine

Because I could not stop for Death

"Faith" is a fine invention

Fame is a bee

Frequently the wood are pink

Going to Heaven

He ate and drank the precious Words

Heart! We will forget him!

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

How happy is the little Stone

I cannot live with You

I died for Beauty -- but was scarce

I dreaded that first Robin, so

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I have a Bird in spring

I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died

I like to see it lap the Miles

I never lost as much but twice

I never saw a Moor

I never told the buried gold

I robbed the Woods

I started Early -- Took my Dog

I taste a liquor never brewed

I'll tell you how the Sun rose

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

If I can stop one Heart from breaking

If I should die

If those I loved were lost

If you were coming in the Fall

It sifts from Leaden Sieves

It was not Death, for I stood up

It's all I have to bring today

Much Madness is divinest sense

My life closed twice before its close

My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun
   
My wheel is in the dark

Nobody knows this little Rose

On this wondrous sea

One Sister have I in our house

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers

"Sic transit gloria mundi"

Sleep is supposed to be

Snow flakes

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

Success is counted sweetest

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant

The Brain -- is wider than the Sky

The Bustle in a House
   
The Guest is gold and crimson

The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning

The Soul selects her own Society

There is a solitude of space
   
There is a word

There Is Another Sky

There's a certain Slant of light

There's been a Death, in the Opposite House

This is my letter to the World
   
This World is not Conclusion

Through the Dark Sod -- as Education
   
To see the Summer Sky
   
Water, is taught by thirst

We lose -- because we win

We never know how high we are
   
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights!
   
You love me -- you are sure

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