Poems by Emily Dickinson
How many Flowers fail in Wood
... That they are Beautiful --How many cast a nameless Pod ...
How many schemes may die
... Some unsuspecting Horse was tied ...
How much of Source escapes with thee --
... How much of Source escapes with thee -- ...
How much the present moment means
... The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist -- ...
How News must feel when travelling
... Of its perceiveless freight!What News will do when every Man ...
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,
... O'ertakenless, as the Air --Why didn't we detain Them ...
How ruthless are the gentle --
... God broke his contract to his Lamb ...
How sick -- to wait -- in any place -- but thine
... One port -- suffices -- for a Brig -- like mine --Ours be the tossing -- wild though the sea -- ...
How slow the Wind --
... How slow the Wind -- ...
How still the Bells in Steeples stand
... How still the Bells in Steeples stand ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
... Glimmer on the Street --How it is Night -- in Nest and Kennel -- ...
How the Waters closed above Him
... That -- is covered too --Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies ...
How well I knew Her not
... A Bounty in prospective, now ...
I am afraid to own a Body --
... Possession, not optional --Double Estate -- entailed at pleasure ...
I am ashamed -- I hide
... For Me -- My soul -- to wear --Fingers -- to frame my Round Hair ...
