Poems by Emily Dickinson
If Blame be my sideforfeit Me
... 775 If Blame be my sideforfeit Me ...
I am aliveI guess
... And "Was it consciouswhen it stepped ...
The cricket sang,
... The low grass loaded with the dew, ...
What I can doI will
... Though it be little as a Daffodil ...
Morns like thesewe parted
... 27 Morns like thesewe parted ...
One Crucifixion is recordedonly
... Gethsemane Is but a Provincein the Being's Centre ...
We see—Comparatively
... The waking in a Gnat's-embrace- ...
We losebecause we win
... Gamblersrecollecting which ...
Exclusion (The soul selects her own society)
... Unmoved, she notes the chariot's pausing ...
Bird
... They looked like frightened beads, I thought ...
If the foolish, call them
... 168 If the foolish, call them "flowers" ...
May Flower
... Aromatic, low, Covert in April, ...
Surrender
... Say quick, that I may dower thee ...
Psalm of the Day
... So looking on the night the morn ...
The Waking Year
... And yet, how still the Landscape stands! ...
