All Poems
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The Butterfly upon the Sky,
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home
The butterfly obtains
© Emily Dickinson
The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology --
The Butterfly in honored Dust
© Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly in honored Dust
Assuredly will lie
But none will pass the Catacomb
So chastened as the Fly --
The Brain, within its Groove
© Emily Dickinson
The Brain, within its Groove
Runs evenly -- and true --
But let a Splinter swerve --
'Twere easier for You --
The Bone that has no Marrow,
© Emily Dickinson
The Bone that has no Marrow,
What Ultimate for that?
It is not fit for Table
For Beggar or for Cat.
The Body grows without --
© Emily Dickinson
The Body grows without --
The more convenient way --
That if the Spirit -- like to hide
Its Temple stands, alway,
The Bobolink is gone --
© Emily Dickinson
The Bobolink is gone --
The Rowdy of the Meadow --
And no one swaggers now but me --
The Presbyterian Birds
The Blunder is in estimate.
© Emily Dickinson
The Blunder is in estimate.
Eternity is there
We say, as of a Station --
Meanwhile he is so near
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side --
© Emily Dickinson
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side --
But no Man heard Him cry --
He offers His Berry, just the same
To Partridge -- and to Boy --
The Birds reported from the South --
© Emily Dickinson
The Birds reported from the South --
A News express to Me --
A spicy Charge, My little Posts --
But I am deaf -- Today --
The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
© Emily Dickinson
The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
Their period for Dawn --
A Music numerous as space --
But neighboring as Noon --
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
© Emily Dickinson
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
No Breakfast if it guaranty
The Bird her punctual music brings
© Emily Dickinson
The Bird her punctual music brings
And lays it in its place --
Its place is in the Human Heart
And in the Heavenly Grace --
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play --
© Emily Dickinson
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play --
The Sun ran miles away
So blind with joy he could not choose
Between his Holiday
The Bible is an antique Volume --
© Emily Dickinson
The Bible is an antique Volume --
Written by faded men
At the suggestion of Holy Spectres --
Subjects -- Bethlehem --
The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
© Emily Dickinson
The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
It's Somewhat in the Cold --
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet --
And haply, in the World --
The Beggar at the Door for Fame
© Emily Dickinson
The Beggar at the Door for Fame
Were easily supplied
But Bread is that Diviner thing
Disclosed to be denied
The Battle fought between the Soul
© Emily Dickinson
The Battle fought between the Soul
And No Man -- is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent --
By far the Greater One --
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings --
© Emily Dickinson
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings --
Like fallow Article --
And not a song pervade his Lips --
Or none perceptible.
The Auctioneer of Parting
© Emily Dickinson
The Auctioneer of Parting
His "Going, going, gone"
Shouts even from the Crucifix,
And brings his Hammer down --
