Poems by Emily Dickinson
The Day she goes
... Existence has a stated width ...
The Day that I was crowned
... Were equally -- adorned --The Grace that I -- was chose -- ...
The Day undressed -- Herself --
... Be wrinkled -- much as Her --Too near to God -- to pray -- ...
The Days that we can spare
... In our EconomyOur Estimates a Scheme -- ...
The Devil -- had he fidelity
... The Devil -- without question ...
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
... The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man ...
The Dust behind I strove to join
... But Sequence ravelled out of Sound ...
The duties of the Wind are few,
... The pleasures of the Wind are broad, ...
The Dying need but little, Dear,
... To punctuate the Wall,A Fan, perhaps, a Friend's Regret ...
The ecstasy to guess
... Were a receipted bliss ...
The event was directly behind Him
... Fitted itself to Himself like a Robe ...
The face I carry with me -- last
... And beg me put it on --And then -- he'll turn me round and round -- ...
The Face in evanescence lain
... And ours surrendered for its sake ...
The Face we choose to miss --
... As absent as a Hundred Years, ...
The Fact that Earth is Heaven --
... The Fact that Earth is Heaven -- ...
