Poems by Emily Dickinson
There is a solitude of space
... Compared with that profounder site ...
This is my letter to the World
... With tender MajestyHer Message is committed ...
"Faith" is a fine invention
... But Microscopes are prudent ...
There's a certain Slant of light,
... Sent us of the Air --When it comes, the Landscape listens -- ...
We never know how high we are
... Our statures touch the skies --The Heroism we recite ...
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
... A Quartz contentment, like a stone --This is the Hour of Lead -- ...
If those I loved were lost
... The bells of Ghent would ring --Did those I loved repose ...
There is a word
... Wherever runs the breathless sun -- ...
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights!
... Ah, the Sea! Might I but moor -- Tonight -- ...
Apparently with no surprise
... The Frost beheads it at its play -- ...
It was not Death, for I stood up,
... And 'twas like Midnight, some -When everything that ticked -- has stopped -- ...
We lose -- because we win
... Gamblers -- recollecting which ...
Fame is a bee.
... Fame is a bee. It has a song -- ...
I have a Bird in spring
... Are mine -- And though they now depart, ...
Snow flakes.
... Snow flakes.I counted till they danced so ...
