Poems by Emily Dickinson
The Malay -- took the Pearl
... And bore my Jewel -- Home --Home to the Hut! What lot ...
The Manner of its Death
... Its little Fate to stipulate --How small in those who live --The Miracle to tease ...
The Merchant of the Picturesque
... It suits him better than a check ...
The Mind lives on the Heart
... The Mind lives on the Heart ...
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot
... A Skein of Misery --The Earth lays back these tired lives ...
The Moon is distant from the Sea
... Just so far -- goes away --Oh, Signor, Thine, the Amber Hand -- ...
The Moon upon her fluent Route
... Substantiate a God --If Aims impel these Astral Ones ...
The Morning after Woe
... Like Litanies of Lead --On here and there -- a creature -- ...
The most important population
... Not any hell.Their names, unless you know them, ...
The most pathetic thing I do
... But when I break it with the news ...
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met
... Retired, and resumed his transitive Estate -- ...
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
... His inquest, everywhere --The Seasons played around his knees ...
The Mountains stood in Haze --
... The Twilight spoke the Spire,So soft upon the Scene ...
The Murmur of a Bee
... That's all.The Breaking of the Day ...
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
... And like a Bubble, hie --I feel as if the Grass was pleased ...
