Emily Dickinson

210 poems

APOCALYPSE - I'm wife; I've finished that

I'm wife; I've finished that, / That other state;

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APRIL - An altered look about the hills

An altered look about the hills; / A Tyrian light the village fills;

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ASLEEP

ASLEEP. / As far from pity as complaint,

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ASTRA CASTRA - Departed to the judgment

Departed to the judgment, / A mighty afternoon;

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AT LENGTH

Her final summer was it, / And yet we guessed it not;

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AURORA - Of bronze and blaze

Of bronze and blaze / The north, to-night!

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AUTUMN - The morns are meeker than they were

The morns are meeker than they were, / The nuts are getting brown;

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As imperceptibly as grief

As imperceptibly as grief / The summer lapsed away, --

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At half-past three a single bird

At half-past three a single bird / Unto a silent sky

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BEAUTY crowds me till I die

BEAUTY crowds me till I die, / Beauty, mercy have on me!

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BLOOM upon the Mountain, stated

BLOOM upon the Mountain, stated, / Blameless of a name.

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BY THE SEA - I started early, took my dog

I started early, took my dog, / And visited the sea;

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CALLED BACK - Just lost when I was saved!

Just lost when I was saved! / Just felt the world go by!

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CHILDISH GRIEFS - Softened by Time's consummate plush

Softened by Time's consummate plush, / How sleek the woe appears

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CHOICE - Of all the souls that stand create

Of all the souls that stand create / I have elected one.

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COBWEBS - The spider as an artist

The spider as an artist / Has never been employed

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COMPENSATION - For each ecstatic instant

For each ecstatic instant / We must an anguish pay

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CONSECRATION - Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, / Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,

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Could I but ride indefinite

Could I but ride indefinite, / As doth the meadow-bee,

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DAY'S PARLOR - The day came slow, till five o'clock

The day came slow, till five o'clock, / Then sprang before the hills

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