Poems begining by A
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A Saucer holds a Cup
© Emily Dickinson
A Saucer holds a Cup
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel's estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf.
A Rat surrendered here
© Emily Dickinson
A Rat surrendered here
A brief career of Cheer
And Fraud and Fear.
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay --
© Emily Dickinson
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay --
Bold as a Bailiff's Hymn --
Brittle and Brief in quality --
Warrant in every line --
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis
© Emily Dickinson
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis --
To meet an Antique Book --
In just the Dress his Century wore --
A privilege -- I think --
A Planted Life -- diversified
© Emily Dickinson
A Planted Life -- diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles -- 'tis when
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
© Emily Dickinson
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad,
And yet a Pit --
With Heaven over it.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
© Emily Dickinson
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
In contrast with the things that sing
Not Birds entirely -- but Minds --
Minute Effulgencies and Winds --
A Night -- there lay the Days between
© Emily Dickinson
A Night -- there lay the Days between --
The Day that was Before --
And Day that was Behind -- were one --
And now -- 'twas Night -- was here --
A nearness to Tremendousness --
© Emily Dickinson
A nearness to Tremendousness --
An Agony procures --
Affliction ranges Boundlessness --
Vicinity to Laws
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note
© Emily Dickinson
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note --
Not loud enough -- for Wind --
A Star -- not far enough to seek --
Nor near enough -- to find --
A Moth the hue of this
© Emily Dickinson
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
A Mine there is no Man would own
© Emily Dickinson
A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside --
A Mien to move a Queen
© Emily Dickinson
A Voice that Alters -- Low
And on the Ear can go
Like Let of Snow --
Or shift supreme --
As tone of Realm
On Subjects Diadem --
A Man may make a Remark --
© Emily Dickinson
A Man may make a Remark --
In itself -- a quiet thing
That may furnish the Fuse unto a Spark
In dormant nature -- lain --
A loss of something ever felt I --
© Emily Dickinson
A loss of something ever felt I --
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was -- of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect
A little Road -- not made of Man --
© Emily Dickinson
A little Road -- not made of Man --
Enabled of the Eye --
Accessible to Thill of Bee --
Or Cart of Butterfly --
A little overflowing word
© Emily Dickinson
A little overflowing word
That any, hearing, had inferred
For Ardor or for Tears,
Though Generations pass away,
Traditions ripen and decay,
As eloquent appears --
A little Dog that wags his tail
© Emily Dickinson
A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb
© Emily Dickinson
A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb --
A little trust -- a demijohn --
Can keep the soul alive --
Not portly, mind! but breathing -- warm --
Conscious -- as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
A Letter is a joy of Earth --
© Emily Dickinson
A Letter is a joy of Earth --
It is denied the Gods --
