Poems by Emily Dickinson
How many times these low feet staggered (238)
... Brave - shines the sun through the freckled pane - ...
We Cover TheeSweet Face
... AugmentedSweeta Hundred fold ...
I dwell in Possibility – (466)
... The spreading wide my narrow Hands ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (291)
... Acres of Joints, where Harvests were, ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – (372)
... And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before&rsquo ...
Noonis the Hinge of Day
... Morningthe East compelling the sill ...
There are two Ripeningsoneof sight
... 332 There are two Ripeningsoneof sight ...
Snow flakes. (45)
... Their slippers leaped the town &ndash ...
Before I got my eye put out – (336)
... Where other creatures put their eyes &ndash ...
Come slowly – Eden! (205)
... Eden! Lips unused to Thee &ndash ...
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun (764)
... And when at Night - Our good Day done - ...
Much Madness is divinest Sense - (620)
... Much Sense - the starkest Madness - ...
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
... I’ve heard it in the chillest land - ...
I know that He exists. (365)
... ’Tis a fond Ambush &ndash ...
Surgeons must be very careful (156)
... Underneath their fine incisions ...
