Poems by Emily Dickinson
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
... Blew out itself -- for fear --The Wind pursued the little Bush -- ...
The Notice that is called the Spring
... The Notice that is called the Spring ...
The One who could repeat the Summer day
... The Lingering -- and the Stain -- I mean --When Orient have been outgrown ...
The ones that disappeared are back
... The ones that disappeared are back ...
The Only News I know
... Existence -- This traversedIf Other News there be -- ...
The Opening and the Close
... In that they have decayed ...
The Outer -- from the Inner
... As is the inner Brand --On fine -- Arterial Canvas -- ...
The overtakelessness of those
... And takes her fair aerial gait ...
The Past is such a curious Creature
... Or a Disgrace --Unarmed if any meet her ...
The pattern of the sun
... For sheen must have a Disk ...
The pedigree of Honey
... On spangle journeys to the peak ...
The Pile of Years is not so high
... Efface the mountain with your face ...
The Poets light but Lamps --
... If vital LightInhere as do the Suns -- ...
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first --
... And an Afterward of Rum --Not a Tomorrow to know its name ...
The power to be true to You,
... Presumptuous of Your Place --Of This -- Could Man deprive Me -- ...
