All Poems

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An honest Tear

© Emily Dickinson

An honest Tear
Is durabler than Bronze --
This Cenotaph
May each that dies --

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An altered look about the hills

© Emily Dickinson

An altered look about the hills --
A Tyrian light the village fills --
A wider sunrise in the morn --
A deeper twilight on the lawn --

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Always Mine!

© Emily Dickinson

Always Mine!
No more Vacation!
Term of Light this Day begun!
Failless as the fair rotation
Of the Seasons and the Sun.

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Alter! When the Hills do --

© Emily Dickinson

Alter! When the Hills do --
Falter! When the Sun
Question if His Glory
Be the Perfect One --

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All these my banners be.

© Emily Dickinson

All these my banners be.
I sow my pageantry
In May --
It rises train by train --

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All that I do

© Emily Dickinson

All that I do
Is in review
To his enamored mind
I know his eye

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Ah, Necromancy Sweet!

© Emily Dickinson

Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
Ah, Wizard erudite!
Teach me the skill,

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After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside --

© Emily Dickinson

After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside --
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird -- assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.

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Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?

© Emily Dickinson

Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death -- for who is He?
The Porter of my Father's Lodge
As much abasheth me!

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A World made penniless by that departure

© Emily Dickinson

A World made penniless by that departure
Of minor fabrics begs
But sustenance is of the spirit
The Gods but Dregs

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A Tooth upon Our Peace

© Emily Dickinson

A Tooth upon Our Peace
The Peace cannot deface --
Then Wherefore be the Tooth?
To vitalize the Grace --

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A Thought went up my mind today --

© Emily Dickinson

A Thought went up my mind today --
That I have had before --
But did not finish -- some way back --
I could not fix the Year --

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A single Screw of Flesh

© Emily Dickinson

A single Screw of Flesh
Is all that pins the Soul
That stands for Deity, to Mine,
Upon my side the Veil --

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A shady friend -- for Torrid days

© Emily Dickinson

A shady friend -- for Torrid days --
Is easier to find --
Than one of higher temperature
For Frigid -- hour of Mind --

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A Secret told

© Emily Dickinson

A Secret told --
Ceases to be a Secret -- then --
A Secret -- kept --
That -- can appal but One --

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A Prison gets to be a friend --

© Emily Dickinson

A Prison gets to be a friend --
Between its Ponderous face
And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express --
And in its narrow Eyes --

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A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep --

© Emily Dickinson

A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep --
That makes no show for Morn --
By Stretch of Limb -- or stir of Lid --
An independent One --

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A little Snow was here and there

© Emily Dickinson

A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair --
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade --

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A little Madness in the Spring

© Emily Dickinson

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown --
Who ponders this tremendous scene --
This whole Experiment of Green --
As if it were his own!

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A little East of Jordan,

© Emily Dickinson

A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard --