DEAD
There's something quieter than sleep / Within this inner room!
Emily Dickinson
210 poems
DEED - A deed knocks first at thought
A deed knocks first at thought, / And then it knocks at will.
DESIRE - Who never wanted, -- maddest joy
Who never wanted, -- maddest joy / Remains to him unknown:
DISENCHANTMENT - It dropped so low in my regard
It dropped so low in my regard / I heard it hit the ground,
DYING
The sun kept setting, setting still; / No hue of afternoon
Death is a dialogue between
Death is a dialogue between / The spirit and the dust.
EMANCIPATION
No rack can torture me, / My soul's at liberty
ENOUGH - God gave a loaf to every bird
God gave a loaf to every bird, / But just a crumb to me;
EXCLUSION - The soul selects her own society
The soul selects her own society, / Then shuts the door;
EXHILARATION is the Breeze
EXHILARATION is the Breeze / That lifts us from the ground,
FAREWELL
FAREWELL. / Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
FOR Death,–or rather
FOR Death,–or rather / For the things 'twill buy,
FORGOTTEN - There is a word
There is a word / Which bears a sword
GHOSTS
One need not be a chamber to be haunted, / One need not be a house;
GONE
Went up a year this evening! / I recollect it well!
GRIEFS - I measure every grief I meet
I measure every grief I meet / With analytic eyes;
Going to heaven
Going to heaven! / I don't know when,
HER "Last Poems"
HER Last Poems– / Poets ended,
HOPE - Hope is a subtle glutton
Hope is a subtle glutton; / He feeds upon the fair;
HOPE - Hope is the thing with feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul,