Poems by Emily Dickinson
I dreaded that first Robin, so,
... Could stretch -- to look at me --I could not bear the Bees should come, ...
I never lost as much but twice
... Before the door of God!Angels -- twice descending ...
I robbed the Woods
... I scanned their trinkets curious -- I grasped -- I bore away -- ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
... It deals Celestial VailTo Stump, and Stack -- and Stem -- ...
On this wondrous sea
... Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore ...
The Guest is gold and crimson
... His Capuchin gay --He reaches town at nightfall -- ...
A word is dead
... A word is dead When it is said, ...
Ample make this Bed --
... In it wait till Judgment break ...
Frequently the wood are pink
... And the Earth -- they tell me -- ...
He ate and drank the precious Words --
... Nor that his frame was Dust --He danced along the dingy Days ...
I never told the buried gold
... That ever kissed the spade!Whether to keep the secret -- ...
It's all I have to bring today
... This, and my heart, and all the fields -- ...
My wheel is in the dark!
... A clearing at the end --Some have resigned the Loom -- ...
She died -- this was the way she died.
... She died -- this was the way she died ...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms
... Come back, and dust the Pond!You dropped a Purple Ravelling in -- ...
