Poems begining by A
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A lane of Yellow led the eye
© Emily Dickinson
A lane of Yellow led the eye
Unto a Purple Wood
Whose soft inhabitants to be
Surpasses solitude
A House upon the Height
© Emily Dickinson
A House upon the Height --
That Wagon never reached --
No Dead, were ever carried down --
No Peddler's Cart -- approached --
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
© Emily Dickinson
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
A Dinner for a Bee
In process of the Noon became -
Each bright Mortality
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
© Emily Dickinson
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
And yet if you compare the Lasts,
Hers is the smallest Boot --
A first Mute Coming --
© Emily Dickinson
A first Mute Coming --
In the Stranger's House --
A first fair Going --
When the Bells rejoice --
A Field of Stubble, lying sere
© Emily Dickinson
A Field of Stubble, lying sere
Beneath the second Sun --
Its Toils to Brindled People thrust --
Its Triumphs -- to the Bin --
A feather from the Whippoorwill
© Emily Dickinson
A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting -- sings!
Whose galleries -- are Sunrise --
Whose Opera -- the Springs --
A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes
© Emily Dickinson
A faded Boy -- in sallow Clothes
Who drove a lonesome Cow
To pastures of Oblivion --
A statesman's Embryo --
A face devoid of love or grace,
© Emily Dickinson
A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances --
First time together thrown.
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink --
© Emily Dickinson
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink --
I hunted all the Sand --
I caught the Dripping of a Rock
And bore it in my Hand --
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork
© Emily Dickinson
A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork
Without a Revery --
And so encountering a Fly
This January Day
A doubt if it be Us
© Emily Dickinson
A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
A Door just opened on a street --
© Emily Dickinson
A Door just opened on a street --
I -- lost -- was passing by --
An instant's Width of Warmth disclosed --
And Wealth -- and Company.
A Dew sufficed itself --
© Emily Dickinson
A Dew sufficed itself --
And satisfied a Leaf
And felt "how vast a destiny" --
"How trivial is Life!"
A Deed knocks first at Thought
© Emily Dickinson
A Deed knocks first at Thought
And then -- it knocks at Will --
That is the manufacturing spot
And Will at Home and well
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
© Emily Dickinson
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
Who till they died, did not alive become --
Who had they lived, had died but when
They died, Vitality begun.
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear
© Emily Dickinson
A darting fear -- a pomp -- a tear --
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky,
© Emily Dickinson
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky,
'Twas like a sheet with Horns;
The sheet was Blue --
The Antlers Gray --
It almost touched the lawns.
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person --
© Emily Dickinson
A Counterfeit -- a Plated Person --
I would not be --
Whatever strata of Iniquity
My Nature underlie --
