Poems by Emily Dickinson
Pain -- expands the Time --
... Of a single Brain --Pain contracts -- the Time -- ...
Pain has but one Acquaintance
... Society enough.Pain is the Junior Party ...
Paradise is of the option.
... Own in Eden notwithstanding ...
Paradise is that old mansion
... Bliss is frugal of her Leases ...
Parting with Thee reluctantly,
... A Heart sometimes a Foreigner, ...
Pass to they Rendezvous of Light,
... Pass to they Rendezvous of Light, ...
Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
... Peace is a fiction of our Faith -- ...
Somehow myself survived the Night
... That it be saved the Saved suffice ...
Perhaps I asked too large
... Berries, in my native town --My Basked holds -- just -- Firmaments -- ...
Perhaps they do not go so far
... Of their corporeal clothes --It may be know so certainly ...
Perhaps you think me stooping
... Christ -- stooped until He touched the Grave -- ...
Peril as a Possesssion
... Begets an awe That searches Human Nature's creases ...
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray
... For my little damask maid --I had rather wear her grace ...
Pink -- small -- and punctual --
... Pink -- small -- and punctual -- ...
Portraits are to daily faces
... To a fine, pedantic sunshine -- ...
