Poems by Emily Dickinson
With A Flower
... You, unsuspecting, wear me too -- ...
I can't tell youbut you feel it
... Saints, with ravished slate and pencil ...
Loveis that later Thing than Death
... Tastes Deaththe firstto hand the sting ...
Lovethou art high
... Rower, and Yachtsome sovereign Summer ...
Not
... Not "Revelation"'tisthat waits, ...
Is it deadFind it
... "Conscious"? Won't you ask that ...
The Sunjust touched the Morning
... 232 The Sunjust touched the Morning ...
Heaven has different Signsto me
... "Heaven" has different Signsto me ...
I never hear the word
... But I tug childish at my bars, - ...
You left meSiretwo Legacies
... 644 You left meSiretwo Legacies ...
We like march, his shoes are purple,
... Knows the adder's tongue his coming, ...
It's thoughtsand just One Heart
... Flowersto keep the Eyesfrom going awkward ...
To hang our headostensibly
... 105 To hang our headostensibly ...
Bustle in a house
... We shall not want to use again ...
I wantit pleadedAll its life
... The lips had placed as with a "Please" ...
