Poems by Emily Dickinson
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it,
... g cup of anguish brewed for the NazareneThou can'st not pierce tradition with the peerless puncture, ...
Purple -- is fashionable twice --
... Purple -- is fashionable twice -- ...
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
... More than Wifehood every may!Love that never leaped its socket -- ...
Savior! I've no one else to tell
... Yet -- strangest -- heavier since it went -- ...
She bore it till the simple veins
... Upon the village street --But Crowns instead, and Courtiers -- ...
She died at play,
... Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, ...
She laid her docile Crescent down
... The News that she is gone --So constant to its stolid trust, ...
She went as quiet as the Dew
... At the Accustomed hour!She dropt as softly as a star ...
Shells from the Coast mistaking --
... To entertain a Pearl --Wherefore so late -- I murmured -- ...
So from the mould
... Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes ...
So I pull my Stockings off
... Boy that lived for "or'ter"Went to Heaven perhaps at Death ...
So proud she was to die
... Immediately -- that Anguish stooped ...
Soft as the massacre of Suns
... Soft as the massacre of Suns By Evening's Sabres slain ...
Some things that fly there be
... Birds -- Hours -- the Bumblebee -- ...
Sometimes with the Heart
... Scarcer once with the Might ...
