Poems by Emily Dickinson
Could I -- then -- shut the door
... Lest my beseeching face -- at last -- ...
Could I but ride indefinite
... And anchor "off the Bar"What Liberty! So Captives deem ...
Could mortal lip divine
... 'Twould crumble with the weight ...
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
... Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell ...
Count not that far that can be had,
... Count not that far that can be had, ...
Crisis is a Hair
... If it come in sleepTo suspend the Breath ...
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart
... To Denizens deniedInquire of the closing Rose ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
... Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat ...
Death is like the insect
... Wring the tree and leave it, ...
Death is potential to that Man
... To Anyone but God --Of these Two -- God remembers ...
Death is the supple Suitor
... But brave at last with Bugles ...
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
... Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, ...
Death warrants are supposed to be
... Death warrants are supposed to be ...
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
... But from Life's consummate Cluster -- ...
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
... Declaiming Waters none may dread -- ...
