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Emily Dickinson

Poems by author Emily Dickinson
"GOING to him! Happy letter! Tell him —Emily Dickinson1891
"Whose are the little beds," I askedEmily Dickinson1891
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!Emily Dickinson1890
'Tis sunrise, little maid, hast thouEmily Dickinson1896
'Tis whiter than an Indian pipeEmily Dickinson1896
'Twas a long parting, but the timeEmily Dickinson1890
'Twas just this time last year I died.Emily Dickinson1896
'Twas later when the summer wentEmily Dickinson1890
'Twas such a little, little boatEmily Dickinson1890
A Bird came down the WalkEmily Dickinson1891
A charm invests a faceEmily Dickinson1891
A clock stopped — not the mantel's;Emily Dickinson1896
A death-blow is a life-blow to someEmily Dickinson1891
A deed knocks first at thoughtEmily Dickinson1891
A dew sufficed itselfEmily Dickinson1896
A door just opened on a street —Emily Dickinson1896
A drop fell on the apple treeEmily Dickinson1890
A face devoid of love or graceEmily Dickinson1896
A lady red upon the hillEmily Dickinson1896
A lane of Yellow led the eyeEmily Dickinson1890
A light exists in springEmily Dickinson1896
A little road not made of manEmily Dickinson1890
A long, long sleep, a famous sleepEmily Dickinson1896
A modest lot, a fame petiteEmily Dickinson1896
A murmur in the trees to noteEmily Dickinson1896
A narrow fellow in the grassEmily Dickinson1891
A poor torn heart, a tattered heartEmily Dickinson1891
A precious, mouldering pleasure 'tisEmily Dickinson1890
A route of evanescenceEmily Dickinson1891
A sepal, petal, and a thornEmily Dickinson1896
A shady friend for torrid daysEmily Dickinson1891
A sickness of this world it most occa...Emily Dickinson1896
A sloop of amber slips awayEmily Dickinson1896
A solemn thing it was, I saidEmily Dickinson1896
A something in a summer's dayEmily Dickinson1890
A spider sewed at nightEmily Dickinson1891
A thought went up my mind to-dayEmily Dickinson1891
A throe upon the featuresEmily Dickinson1891
A toad can die of light!Emily Dickinson1896
A train went through a burial gateEmily Dickinson1890
A word is deadEmily Dickinson1896
A wounded deer leaps highestEmily Dickinson1890
Adrift! A little boat adrift!Emily Dickinson1896
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?Emily Dickinson1890
After a hundred yearsEmily Dickinson1891
All overgrown by cunning mossEmily Dickinson1896
Alter? When the hills do.Emily Dickinson1890
Ample make this bed.Emily Dickinson1891
An altered look about the hills;Emily Dickinson1891
An awful tempest mashed the airEmily Dickinson1891
An everywhere of silverEmily Dickinson1891
Angels in the early morningEmily Dickinson1890
Apparently with no surpriseEmily Dickinson1890
Arcturus is his other name, —Emily Dickinson1891
Are friends delight or pain?Emily Dickinson1896
As by the dead we love to sitEmily Dickinson1891
As children bid the guest good-nightEmily Dickinson1890
As far from pity as complaintEmily Dickinson1896
As if some little Arctic flowerEmily Dickinson1890
As imperceptibly as griefEmily Dickinson1891
Ashes denote that fire was;Emily Dickinson1896
At half-past three a single birdEmily Dickinson1891
At last to be identified!Emily Dickinson1890
At least to pray is left, is left.Emily Dickinson1891
Because I could not stop for DeathEmily Dickinson1890
Before I got my eye put outEmily Dickinson1891
Before the ice is in the poolsEmily Dickinson1896
Before you thought of springEmily Dickinson1891
Belshazzar had a letter, —Emily Dickinson1890
Bereaved of all, I went abroadEmily Dickinson1896
Besides the Autumn poets singEmily Dickinson1891
Blazing in gold and quenching in purpleEmily Dickinson1891
Bless God, he went as soldiersEmily Dickinson1896
Bring me the sunset in a cupEmily Dickinson1891
Color - Caste - Denomination -Emily Dickinson1890
Come slowly — Eden!Emily Dickinson1890
Could I but ride indefiniteEmily Dickinson1896
Could mortal lip divineEmily Dickinson1896
Dare you see a soul at the white heat?Emily Dickinson1891
Dear March - Come in -Emily Dickinson1896
Death is a dialogue betweenEmily Dickinson1890
Death is like the insectEmily Dickinson1896
Death sets a thing significantEmily Dickinson1891
Delayed till she had ceased to knowEmily Dickinson1890
Delight becomes pictorialEmily Dickinson1891
Departed to the judgmentEmily Dickinson1890
Did the harebell loose her girdleEmily Dickinson1891
Doubt me, my dim companion!Emily Dickinson1890
Drab habitation of whom?Emily Dickinson1896
Drowning is not so pitifulEmily Dickinson1896
Each life converges to some centreEmily Dickinson1891
Each that we lose takes part of us;Emily Dickinson1896
Elysium is as far as toEmily Dickinson1890
Essential oils are wrungEmily Dickinson1891
Except the heaven had come so nearEmily Dickinson1891
Except to heaven, she is nought;Emily Dickinson1890
Experiment to meEmily Dickinson1891
Exultation is the goingEmily Dickinson1890
Faith is a fine inventionEmily Dickinson1891
Far from love the Heavenly FatherEmily Dickinson1896
Farther in summer than the birdsEmily Dickinson1891
Fate slew him, but he did not drop;Emily Dickinson1896
Father, I bring thee not myself, —Emily Dickinson1896
Few get enough, — enough is one;Emily Dickinson1896
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.Emily Dickinson1896
For each ecstatic instantEmily Dickinson1891
Forbidden fruit a flavor hasEmily Dickinson1896
Frequently the woods are pinkEmily Dickinson1891
From all the jails the boys and girlsEmily Dickinson1896
From cocoon forth a butterflyEmily Dickinson1891
From us she wandered now a yearEmily Dickinson1896
Given in marriage unto theeEmily Dickinson1896
Glee! The great storm is over!Emily Dickinson1890
God gave a loaf to every birdEmily Dickinson1891
God made a little gentian;Emily Dickinson1891
God permits industrious angelsEmily Dickinson1890
Going to heaven!Emily Dickinson1891
Good night! which put the candle out?Emily Dickinson1891
Great streets of silence led awayEmily Dickinson1891
Have you got a brook in your little h...Emily Dickinson1890
He ate and drank the precious wordsEmily Dickinson1890
He fumbles at your spiritEmily Dickinson1896
He preached upon "breadth" till it ar...Emily Dickinson1891
He put the belt around my life, —Emily Dickinson1891
He touched me, so I live to knowEmily Dickinson1896
Heart not so heavy as mineEmily Dickinson1891
Heart, we will forget him!Emily Dickinson1896
Heaven is what I cannot reach!Emily Dickinson1896
Her final summer was itEmily Dickinson1891
High from the earth I heard a bird;Emily Dickinson1896
His bill an auger isEmily Dickinson1896
Hope is a subtle glutton;Emily Dickinson1896
Hope is the thing with feathersEmily Dickinson1890
How dare the robins singEmily Dickinson1896
How happy is the little stoneEmily Dickinson1891
How many times these low feet staggeredEmily Dickinson1890
How still the bells in steeples standEmily Dickinson1896
How the old mountains drip with sunsetEmily Dickinson1896
I CANNOT live with youEmily Dickinson1890
I asked no other thingEmily Dickinson1890
I breathed enough to learn the trickEmily Dickinson1896
I bring an unaccustomed wineEmily Dickinson1891
I can wade griefEmily Dickinson1891
I could suffice for Him, I knewEmily Dickinson1890
I died for beauty, but was scarceEmily Dickinson1890
I dreaded that first robin soEmily Dickinson1891
I envy seas whereon he ridesEmily Dickinson1896
I felt a clearing in my mindEmily Dickinson1896
I felt a funeral in my brainEmily Dickinson1896
I found the phrase to every thoughtEmily Dickinson1891
I gained it soEmily Dickinson1891
I gave myself to himEmily Dickinson1891
I had a daily blissEmily Dickinson1896
I had a guinea golden;Emily Dickinson1896
I had been hungry all the years;Emily Dickinson1891
I had no cause to be awakeEmily Dickinson1891
I had no time to hate, becauseEmily Dickinson1890
I have a king who does not speak;Emily Dickinson1896
I have no life but thisEmily Dickinson1891
I have not told my garden yetEmily Dickinson1891
I heard a fly buzz when I died;Emily Dickinson1896
I held a jewel in my fingersEmily Dickinson1891
I hide myself within my flowerEmily Dickinson1890
I know a place where summer strivesEmily Dickinson1891
I know some lonely houses off the roadEmily Dickinson1890
I know that he existsEmily Dickinson1891
I like a look of agonyEmily Dickinson1890
I like to see it lap the MilesEmily Dickinson1891
I live with him, I see his face;Emily Dickinson1896
I lived on dread; to those who knowEmily Dickinson1891
I lost a world the other day.Emily Dickinson1890
I many times thought peace had comeEmily Dickinson1891
I meant to find her when I came;Emily Dickinson1896
I meant to have but modest needsEmily Dickinson1891
I measure every grief I meetEmily Dickinson1896
I never hear the word "escape"Emily Dickinson1891
I never lost as much but twiceEmily Dickinson1890
I never saw a moorEmily Dickinson1890
I noticed people disappearedEmily Dickinson1891
I read my sentence steadilyEmily Dickinson1891
I reason, earth is shortEmily Dickinson1890
I shall know why, when time is overEmily Dickinson1890
I should have been too glad, I seeEmily Dickinson1891
I should not dare to leave my friendEmily Dickinson1891
I sing to use the waitingEmily Dickinson1896
I started early, took my dogEmily Dickinson1891
I stepped from plank to plankEmily Dickinson1896
I taste a liquor never brewedEmily Dickinson1890
I think just how my shape will riseEmily Dickinson1891
I think the hemlock likes to standEmily Dickinson1890
I tie my Hat—I crease my ShawlEmily Dickinson1890
I took my power in my hand.Emily Dickinson1891
I went to heaven, —Emily Dickinson1891
I went to thank herEmily Dickinson1890
I wish I knew that woman's nameEmily Dickinson1896
I wonder if the sepulchreEmily Dickinson1896
I worked for chaff, and earning wheatEmily Dickinson1896
I years had been from homeEmily Dickinson1891
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;Emily Dickinson1890
I'm nobody! Who are you?Emily Dickinson1891
I'm wife; I've finished thatEmily Dickinson1890
I've got an arrow here;Emily Dickinson1896
I've seen a dying eyeEmily Dickinson1890
IF you were coming in the fallEmily Dickinson1890
If I may have it when it's deadEmily Dickinson1896
If I should dieEmily Dickinson1891
If I should n't be aliveEmily Dickinson1890
If anybody's friend be deadEmily Dickinson1891
If recollecting were forgettingEmily Dickinson1896
If the foolish call them 'flowers,'Emily Dickinson1896
If tolling bell I ask the cause.Emily Dickinson1896
Immortal is an ample wordEmily Dickinson1896
In lands I never saw, they sayEmily Dickinson1891
Is Heaven a physician?Emily Dickinson1891
Is bliss, then, such abyssEmily Dickinson1896
It can't be summer, — that got through;Emily Dickinson1891
It dropped so low in my regardEmily Dickinson1896
It is an honorable thoughtEmily Dickinson1896
It makes no difference abroadEmily Dickinson1890
It might be easierEmily Dickinson1896
It sifts from Leaden SievesEmily Dickinson1891
It sounded as if the streets were run...Emily Dickinson1891
It struck me every dayEmily Dickinson1896
It tossed and tossed, —Emily Dickinson1891
It was not Death, for I stood upEmily Dickinson1891
It was too late for manEmily Dickinson1890
It's all I have to bring todayEmily Dickinson1896
It's like the light, —Emily Dickinson1896
It's such a little thing to weepEmily Dickinson1896
I’ll tell you how the sun roseEmily Dickinson1890
Just lost when I was saved!Emily Dickinson1891
Knows how to forget!Emily Dickinson1890
Lay this laurel on the oneEmily Dickinson1891
Let down the bars, O Death!Emily Dickinson1891
Let me not mar that perfect dreamEmily Dickinson1896
Life, and Death, and GiantsEmily Dickinson1896
Like Brooms of SteelEmily Dickinson1890
Like mighty footlights burned the redEmily Dickinson1891
Like trains of cars on tracks of plushEmily Dickinson1890
Look back on time with kindly eyesEmily Dickinson1890
Love is anterior to lifeEmily Dickinson1896
Luck is not chanceEmily Dickinson1890
Me! Come! My dazzled faceEmily Dickinson1896
Mine by the right of the white election!Emily Dickinson1890
Morning is the place for dewEmily Dickinson1896
Morns like these we parted;Emily Dickinson1891
Much madness is divinest senseEmily Dickinson1890
Musicians wrestle everywhereEmily Dickinson1891
My cocoon tightens, colors teaseEmily Dickinson1890
My country need not change her gownEmily Dickinson1891
My friend must be a birdEmily Dickinson1896
My life closed twice before its closeEmily Dickinson1896
My nosegays are for captivesEmily Dickinson1891
My river runs to theeEmily Dickinson1860
My worthiness is all my doubtEmily Dickinson1896
Nature rarer uses yellowEmily Dickinson1891
Nature, the gentlest motherEmily Dickinson1891
New feet within my garden goEmily Dickinson1890
No brigadier throughout the yearEmily Dickinson1891
No rack can torture meEmily Dickinson1890
Not any higher stands the graveEmily Dickinson1896
Not in this world to see his faceEmily Dickinson1890
Not knowing when the dawn will comeEmily Dickinson1896
Not with a club the heart is brokenEmily Dickinson1896
Of all the souls that stand createEmily Dickinson1891
Of all the sounds despatched abroadEmily Dickinson1890
Of bronze and blazeEmily Dickinson1896
Of tribulation these are theyEmily Dickinson1891
On such a night, or such a nightEmily Dickinson1891
On the bleakness of my lotEmily Dickinson1896
On this long storm the rainbow roseEmily Dickinson1890
On this wondrous seaEmily Dickinson1896
One Sister have I in our houseEmily Dickinson1890
One blessing had I, than the restEmily Dickinson1896
One day is there of the seriesEmily Dickinson1890
One dignity delays for allEmily Dickinson1890
One need not be a chamber to be hauntedEmily Dickinson1891
One of the ones that Midas touchedEmily Dickinson1891
Our journey had advanced;Emily Dickinson1891
Our lives are Swiss, —Emily Dickinson1896
Our share of night to bearEmily Dickinson1890
Pain has an element of blank;Emily Dickinson1890
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?Emily Dickinson1890
Pigmy seraphs gone astrayEmily Dickinson1891
Pink, small, and punctualEmily Dickinson1890
Pompless no life can pass away;Emily Dickinson1891
Poor little heart!Emily Dickinson1896
Portraits are to daily facesEmily Dickinson1891
Prayer is the little implementEmily Dickinson1891
Presentiment is that long shadow on t...Emily Dickinson1890
Proud of my broken heart since thou d...Emily Dickinson1896
Read, sweet, how others stroveEmily Dickinson1890
Remembrance has a rear and front, —Emily Dickinson1896
Remorse is memory awakeEmily Dickinson1891
Safe in their alabaster chambersEmily Dickinson1890
She died, — this was the way she died;Emily Dickinson1891
She laid her docile crescent downEmily Dickinson1896
She rose to his requirement, droppedEmily Dickinson1890
She slept beneath a treeEmily Dickinson1896
She sweeps with many-colored broomsEmily Dickinson1891
She went as quiet as the dewEmily Dickinson1890
Sleep is supposed to beEmily Dickinson1890
So bashful when I spied herEmily Dickinson1890
So proud she was to dieEmily Dickinson1896
Softened by Time's consummate plushEmily Dickinson1896
Some keep the Sabbath going to church;Emily Dickinson1890
Some rainbow coming from the fair!Emily Dickinson1890
Some things that fly there be, —Emily Dickinson1890
Some, too fragile for winter windsEmily Dickinson1891
Soul, wilt thou toss again?Emily Dickinson1890
South winds jostle themEmily Dickinson1891
Split the lark and you'll find the musicEmily Dickinson1896
Step lightly on this narrow spot!Emily Dickinson1891
Success is counted sweetestEmily Dickinson1890
Summer for thee grant I may beEmily Dickinson1896
Superfluous were the sunEmily Dickinson1896
Superiority to fateEmily Dickinson1896
Surgeons must be very carefulEmily Dickinson1891
Sweet hours have perished here;Emily Dickinson1896
Sweet is the swamp with its secretsEmily Dickinson1896
THE WlND'S VISIT.Emily Dickinson1891
THE murmur of a beeEmily Dickinson1890
Taken from men this morningEmily Dickinson1891
Talk with prudence to a beggarEmily Dickinson1891
That I did always loveEmily Dickinson1890
That is solemn we have ended, —Emily Dickinson1896
That short, potential stirEmily Dickinson1890
That such have died enables usEmily Dickinson1896
The Savior must have beenEmily Dickinson1890
The Soul selects her own SocietyEmily Dickinson1890
The bat is dun with wrinkled wingsEmily Dickinson1896
The bee is not afraid of meEmily Dickinson1890
The body grows outside, —Emily Dickinson1891
The bone that has no marrow;Emily Dickinson1896
The brain is wider than the skyEmily Dickinson1896
The brain within its grooveEmily Dickinson1890
The bustle in a houseEmily Dickinson1890
The butterfiy's assumption-gownEmily Dickinson1890
The clouds their backs together laidEmily Dickinson1890
The cricket sangEmily Dickinson1896
The daisy follows soft the sunEmily Dickinson1890
The day came slow, till five o'clockEmily Dickinson1891
The distance that the dead have goneEmily Dickinson1896
The dying need but little, dear, —Emily Dickinson1896
The farthest thunder that I heardEmily Dickinson1896
The gentian weaves her fringesEmily Dickinson1891
The grass so little has to do, —Emily Dickinson1890
The grave my little cottage isEmily Dickinson1896
The heart asks pleasure firstEmily Dickinson1890
The last night that she livedEmily Dickinson1890
The leaves, like women, interchangeEmily Dickinson1891
The moon is distant from the seaEmily Dickinson1891
The moon was but a chin of goldEmily Dickinson1896
The morns are meeker than they wereEmily Dickinson1890
The mountain sat upon the plainEmily Dickinson1890
The murmuring of bees has ceased;Emily Dickinson1896
The mushroom is the elf of plantsEmily Dickinson1891
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.Emily Dickinson1891
The night was wide, and furnished scantEmily Dickinson1891
The one that could repeat the summer dayEmily Dickinson1891
The only ghost I ever sawEmily Dickinson1891
The past is such a curious creatureEmily Dickinson1896
The pedigree of honeyEmily Dickinson1890
The rat is the concisest tenant.Emily Dickinson1891
The reticent volcano keepsEmily Dickinson1896
The robin is the oneEmily Dickinson1891
The rose did caper on her cheekEmily Dickinson1891
The show is not the showEmily Dickinson1891
The skies can't keep their secret!Emily Dickinson1891
The sky is low, the clouds are meanEmily Dickinson1890
The soul should always stand ajarEmily Dickinson1896
The soul unto itselfEmily Dickinson1891
The spider as an artistEmily Dickinson1896
The springtime's pallid landscapeEmily Dickinson1896
The stimulus, beyond the graveEmily Dickinson1896
The sun just touched the morning;Emily Dickinson1891
The sun kept setting, setting still;Emily Dickinson1890
The thought beneath so slight a filmEmily Dickinson1891
The way I read a letter 's thisEmily Dickinson1891
The wind begun to rock the grassEmily Dickinson1891
Their height in heaven comforts notEmily Dickinson1891
There came a day at summer's fullEmily Dickinson1890
There came a wind like a bugle;Emily Dickinson1891
There is a flower that bees preferEmily Dickinson1890
There is a shame of noblenessEmily Dickinson1891
There is a wordEmily Dickinson1896
There is no frigate like a bookEmily Dickinson1890
There's a certain slant of lightEmily Dickinson1890
There's been a death in the opposite ...Emily Dickinson1896
There's something quieter than sleepEmily Dickinson1896
These are the days when birds come backEmily Dickinson1890
They dropped like flakes, they droppe...Emily Dickinson1891
They say that 'time assuages,' —Emily Dickinson1896
They won't frown always, — some sweet...Emily Dickinson1896
This is my letter to the WorldEmily Dickinson1890
This is the land the sunset washesEmily Dickinson1890
This merit hath the worst, —Emily Dickinson1891
This was in the white of the yearEmily Dickinson1896
This world is not conclusion;Emily Dickinson1896
Though I get home how late, how late!Emily Dickinson1891
Three weeks passed since I had seen h...Emily Dickinson1896
Through the straight pass of sufferingEmily Dickinson1891
Tie the strings to my life, my LordEmily Dickinson1896
To fight aloud is very braveEmily Dickinson1890
To hang our head ostensiblyEmily Dickinson1896
To hear an oriole singEmily Dickinson1891
To help our bleaker partsEmily Dickinson1896
To know just how he suffered would be...Emily Dickinson1890
To learn the transport by the painEmily Dickinson1891
To lose one's faith surpassesEmily Dickinson1896
To lose thee, sweeter than to gainEmily Dickinson1896
To make a prairie it takes a clover a...Emily Dickinson1896
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;Emily Dickinson1896
To venerate the simple daysEmily Dickinson1896
Triumph may be of several kinds.Emily Dickinson1891
Two Butterflies went out at Noon—Emily Dickinson1891
Two swimmers wrestled on the sparEmily Dickinson1890
Undue significance a starving man att...Emily Dickinson1891
Unto my books so good to turnEmily Dickinson1891
Upon the gallows hung a wretchEmily Dickinson1896
Victory comes lateEmily Dickinson1891
Wait till the majesty of DeathEmily Dickinson1891
Water is taught by thirst;Emily Dickinson1896
We cover thee, sweet face.Emily Dickinson1896
We learn in the retreatingEmily Dickinson1896
We like March, his shoes are purpleEmily Dickinson1896
We never know how high we areEmily Dickinson1890
We never know we go, — when we are goingEmily Dickinson1896
We outgrow love like other thingsEmily Dickinson1896
We play at pasteEmily Dickinson1891
We thirst at first, — 'tis Nature's act;Emily Dickinson1896
Went up a year this evening!Emily Dickinson1891
What if I say I shall not wait?Emily Dickinson1891
What inn is thisEmily Dickinson1891
What mystery pervades a well!Emily Dickinson1896
What soft, cherubic creaturesEmily Dickinson1896
When I hoped I fearedEmily Dickinson1891
When I was small, a woman died.Emily Dickinson1890
When night is almost doneEmily Dickinson1890
When roses cease to bloom, dearEmily Dickinson1896
Where every bird is bold to goEmily Dickinson1896
Where ships of purple gently tossEmily Dickinson1891
Whether my bark went down at seaEmily Dickinson1890
While I was fearing it, it cameEmily Dickinson1896
Who has not found the heaven belowEmily Dickinson1896
Who never lost, are unpreparedEmily Dickinson1891
Who never wanted, — maddest joyEmily Dickinson1896
Who robbed the woodsEmily Dickinson1891
Wild Nights—Wild Nights!Emily Dickinson1891
Will there really be a morning?Emily Dickinson1891
Winter is good - his Hoar DelightsEmily Dickinson1886
You cannot put a fire out;Emily Dickinson1896
You left me, sweet, two legacies, —Emily Dickinson1890
You've seen balloons set, haven't you?Emily Dickinson1896
Your riches taught me poverty.Emily Dickinson1891
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