Poems by Emily Dickinson
Like Time's insidious wrinkle
... Though we resent the creaseThe Frost himself so comely ...
Lives he in any other world
... Lives he in any other world ...
Longing is like the Seed
... What Constancy must be achieved ...
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
... Look back on Time, with kindly eyes -- ...
Love -- is that later Thing than Death --
... Usurps it -- of itself --Tastes Death -- the first -- to hand the sting ...
Love -- thou art high
... Ducal -- at last -- stand up by thee --Love -- thou are deep -- ...
Love can do all but raise the Dead
... Were flesh equivalentBut love is tired and must sleep, ...
Love is done when Love's begun,
... Sages say, But have Sages known ...
Love reckons by itself -- alone --
... Love reckons by itself -- alone -- ...
Low at my problem bending,
... Wherefore, my baffled fingers ...
Luck is not chance --
... It's Toil -- Fortune's expensive smile ...
Make me a picture of the sun
... Put my pretense -- away --Say if it's really -- warm at noon -- ...
Mama never forgets her birds,
... If either of her "sparrows fall," ...
Many cross the Rhine
... Sip old Frankfort air ...
March is the Month of Expectation.
... We try to show becoming firmness -- ...
