Poems by Emily Dickinson
If What we could -- were what we would
... If What we could -- were what we would -- ...
If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
... If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought ...
Image of Light, Adieu --
... Thanks for the interview -- ...
Immortal is an ample word
... Of Heaven above the firmest proof ...
Immured in Heaven!
... What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, ...
Impossibility, like Wine
... Is flavorless -- CombineA Chance's faintest Tincture ...
In falling Timbers buried --
... The Lungs -- within --Could He -- know -- they sought Him -- ...
In lands I never saw -- they say
... Whose Sandals touch the town --Meek at whose everlasting feet ...
In many and reportless places
... Without a Name --Profane it by a search -- we cannot ...
In thy long Paradise of Light
... When I shall long for Earthly Play ...
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
... Is possible, At any store --But Bliss, is sold just once ...
Is Heaven a Physician?
... They speak of what we owe -- ...
Is it dead -- Find it
... "Conscious"? Won't you ask that -- ...
It always felt to me -- a wrong
... While God's adroiter willOn Moses -- seemed to fasten ...
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon --
... Was my retrieveless blame --Much Flowers of this and further Zones ...
