Poems by Emily Dickinson
The spry Arms of the Wind
... To an adjoining Zone --I should not care to stop ...
The Sun is gay or stark
... If eager for the DeadOr an expended Day ...
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
... Who once the Cockade wore --Charged from my chimney corner -- ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
... Too exquisite -- to tell --The eager look -- on Landscapes -- ...
The Whole of it came not at once --
... Then mashes it to death --'Tis Life's award -- to die -- ...
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man
... Blown tremulous in Glass --He visited -- still flitting -- ...
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
... And then as if the HandsThat held the Dams had parted hold ...
The words the happy say
... But those the silent feel ...
The worthlessness of Earthly things
... The worthlessness of Earthly things ...
There are two Mays
... How infinite the compromise ...
There came a Day at Summer's full
... That maketh all things new --The time was scarce profaned, by speech -- ...
There is a finished feeling
... There is a finished feeling ...
There is a June when Corn is cut
... With Prospect, and with Frost --May not our Second with its First ...
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
... There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent ...
They dropped like Flakes
... A wind with fingers -- goes --They perished in the Seamless Grass -- ...