Poems begining by A
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As Frost is best conceived
© Emily Dickinson
As Frost is best conceived
By force of its Result --
Affliction is inferred
By subsequent effect --
As from the earth the light Balloon
© Emily Dickinson
As from the earth the light Balloon
Asks nothing but release --
Ascension that for which it was,
Its soaring Residence.
As far from pity, as complaint
© Emily Dickinson
As far from pity, as complaint --
As cool to speech -- as stone --
As numb to Revelation
As if my Trade were Bone --
As Everywhere of Silver
© Emily Dickinson
As Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called Land.
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
© Emily Dickinson
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
And then reluctant turn --
My flowers raise their pretty lips --
Then put their nightgowns on.
Artists wrestled here!
© Emily Dickinson
Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!
For the easel here
Say Repose!
Art thou the thing I wanted?
© Emily Dickinson
Art thou the thing I wanted?
Begone -- my Tooth has grown --
Affront a minor palate
Thou could'st not goad so long --
Arrows enamored of his Heart --
© Emily Dickinson
Arrows enamored of his Heart --
Forgot to rankle there
And Venoms he mistook for Balms
disdained to rankle there --
Apology for Her
© Emily Dickinson
Apology for Her
Be rendered by the Bee --
Herself, without a Parliament
Apology for Me.
Answer July
© Emily Dickinson
Answer July --
Where is the Bee --
Where is the Blush --
Where is the Hay?
An ignorance a Sunset
© Emily Dickinson
An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye --
Of Territory -- Color --
Circumference -- Decay --
An Antiquated Tree
© Emily Dickinson
An Antiquated Tree
Is cherished of the Crow
Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now
To venerable Birds
An antiquated Grace
© Emily Dickinson
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
Ambition cannot find him.
© Emily Dickinson
Ambition cannot find him.
Affection doesn't know
How many leagues of nowhere
Lie between them now.
Although I put away his life
© Emily Dickinson
Although I put away his life --
An Ornament too grand
For Forehead low as mine, to wear,
This might have been the Hand
Alone, I cannot be
© Emily Dickinson
Alone, I cannot be --
For Hosts -- do visit me --
Recordless Company --
Who baffle Key --
Alone and in a Circumstance
© Emily Dickinson
Alone and in a Circumstance
Reluctant to be told
A spider on my reticence
Assiduously crawled
All the letters I can write
© Emily Dickinson
All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this --
Syllables of Velvet --
Sentences of Plush,
All overgrown by cunning moss,
© Emily Dickinson
All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of "Currer Bell"
In quiet "Haworth" laid.
