Poems begining by A
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All men for Honor hardest work
© Emily Dickinson
All men for Honor hardest work
But are not known to earn --
Paid after they have ceased to work
In Infamy or Urn --
All I may, if small,
© Emily Dickinson
All I may, if small,
Do it not display
Larger for the Totalness --
'Tis Economy
All forgot for recollecting
© Emily Dickinson
All forgot for recollecting
Just a paltry One --
All forsook, for just a Stranger's
New Accompanying --
All Circumstances are the Frame
© Emily Dickinson
All Circumstances are the Frame
In which His Face is set --
All Latitudes exist for His
Sufficient Continent --
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
© Emily Dickinson
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
No Ear, no Door,
No Apprehension of Another
Oh, Happy Air!
Ah, Moon -- and Star!
© Emily Dickinson
I could borrow a Bonnet
Of the Lark --
And a Chamois' Silver Boot --
And a stirrup of an Antelope --
And be with you -- Tonight!
Again -- his voice is at the door --
© Emily Dickinson
Again -- his voice is at the door --
I feel the old Degree --
I hear him ask the servant
For such an one -- as me --
After the Sun comes out
© Emily Dickinson
After the Sun comes out
How it alters the World --
Waggons like messengers hurry about
Yesterday is old --
After a hundred years
© Emily Dickinson
After a hundred years
Nobody knows the Place
Agony that enacted there
Motionless as Peace
Advance is Life's condition
© Emily Dickinson
Advance is Life's condition
The Grave but a Relay
Supposed to be a terminus
That makes it hated so --
Absent Place -- an April Day --
© Emily Dickinson
Absent Place -- an April Day --
Daffodils a-blow
Homesick curiosity
To the Souls that snow --
Absence disembodies -- so does Death
© Emily Dickinson
Absence disembodies -- so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love --
Tenderness decreases as we prove --
Abraham to kill him --
© Emily Dickinson
Abraham to kill him --
Was distinctly told --
Isaac was an Urchin --
Abraham was old --
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier
© Emily Dickinson
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier
And an effaceless "Few" are lifted there --
Nay -- lift themselves -- Fame has no Arms --
And but one smile -- that meagres Balms --
A Word made Flesh is seldom
© Emily Dickinson
A Word made Flesh is seldom
And tremblingly partook
Nor then perhaps reported
But have I not mistook
A Word dropped careless on a Page
© Emily Dickinson
A Word dropped careless on a Page
May stimulate an eye
When folded in perpetual seam
The Wrinkled Maker lie
A winged spark doth soar about --
© Emily Dickinson
A winged spark doth soar about --
I never met it near
For Lightning it is oft mistook
When nights are hot and sere --
A Wind that rose
© Emily Dickinson
A Wind that rose
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
© Emily Dickinson
A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds
That threatened it -- did run
And crouched behind his Yellow Door
Was the defiant sun --
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be
© Emily Dickinson
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be --
Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me?
At Midnight, I am but a Maid,
How short it takes to make a Bride --
Then -- Midnight, I have passed from thee
Unto the East, and Victory --
