Poems by Emily Dickinson
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education
... Her faith -- no fear --Afterward -- in the Meadow -- ...
You love me -- you are sure
... And Dollie -- gone!I need not start -- you're sure -- ...
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --
... The Truth's superb surpriseAs Lightning to the Children eased ...
The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning
... And after that -- is none --But Miles of Sparks -- at Evening -- ...
A slash of Blue
... A little purple -- slipped between -- ...
Success is counted sweetest
... So clear of VictoryAs he defeated -- dying -- ...
The Soul selects her own Society
... Present no more --Unmoved -- she notes the Chariots -- pausing -- ...
A Route of Evanescence
... The mail from Tunis, probably, ...
I taste a liquor never brewed
... I shall but drink the more!Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats -- ...
If I should die,
... 'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi"
... Yet they are sleeping still, --The trumpet, sir, shall wake them, ...
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
... That Sense was breaking through --And when they all were seated, ...
Much Madness is divinest Sense
... Much MADNESS is divinest sense (Author) ...
One Sister have I in our house
... Which shortened all the miles --And still her hum ...
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
... There'll be that Dark Parade --Of Tassels -- and of Coaches -- soon -- ...
