Poems by Emily Dickinson
Don't put up my Thread and Needle --
... Better Stitches -- so --These were bent -- my sight got crooked -- ...
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
... Dwell timidly, with thee!Sift her, from Brow to Barefoot! ...
Down Time's quaint stream
... Incur the Risk What Buccaneer would ride ...
Drab Habitation of Whom?
... Drab Habitation of Whom ...
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
... And the Boxes shut --"Hamlet" to Himself were Hamlet -- ...
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better,
... Dreaming -- of the Dawn --Sweeter -- the Surmising Robins -- ...
Dreams are the subtle Dower
... That make us rich an Hour -- ...
Dropped into the Ether Acre --
... Brooch -- frozen on --Horses of Blonde -- and Coach of Silver -- ...
Dying at my music!
... Hold me till the Octave's run! ...
Dying! To be afraid of thee
... Delivered straighter to the Heart ...
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
... To touch --Yet persevered toward -- sure -- for the Distance -- ...
Each Second is the last
... Than perish from the Chance's list ...
Each that we lose takes part of us;
... Which like the moon, some turbid night, ...
Eden is that old-fashioned House
... How fair on looking back, the Day ...
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill
... As was his vehicle --Elijah's journey to portray ...
