Poems by Emily Dickinson
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet
... To that Pink stranger we call Dust -- ...
Oh Shadow on the Grass,
... Some other thou wilt consecrate -- ...
Oh Sumptuous moment
... Now I abundance see --Which was to famish, then or now -- ...
Oh what a Grace is this,
... The fine -- ensuing Right ...
On my volcano grows the Grass
... Would be the General thought --How red the Fire rocks below -- ...
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
... The Witnessing, to Us --Precious! It was conceiveless fair ...
On that specific Pillow
... The Night's tremendous Morrow ...
On the World you colored
... Conquered with the Robin -- ...
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
... Horizons -- straggled down --The Birds rose smiling, in their nests -- ...
One and One -- are One --
... But for Minor Choosing --Life -- just -- or Death -- ...
One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
... 'Tis Units -- make the Swarm --A Small Leech -- on the Vitals -- ...
One Blessing had I than the rest
... The Judgment perished -- too --Why Bliss so scantily disburse -- ...
One crown that no one seeks
... Its stigma deifiedWhile Pontius Pilate lives ...
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only --
... Gethsemane --Is but a Province -- in the Being's Centre -- ...
One Day is there of the Series
... Where was once a Room --Not a Mention, whose small Pebble ...
