Poems begining by A
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A Coffin -- is a small Domain,
© Emily Dickinson
A Coffin -- is a small Domain,
Yet able to contain
A Citizen of Paradise
In it diminished Plane.
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
© Emily Dickinson
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me
A Clock stopped
© Emily Dickinson
A Clock stopped --
Not the Mantel's --
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing --
That just now dangled still --
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies --
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize --
A Cap of Lead across the sky
© Emily Dickinson
A Cap of Lead across the sky
Was tight and surly drawn
We could not find the mighty Face
The Figure was withdrawn --
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown
© Emily Dickinson
A Burdock -- clawed my Gown --
Not Burdock's -- blame --
But mine --
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den --
A Bee his burnished Carriage
© Emily Dickinson
A Bee his burnished Carriage
Drove boldly to a Rose --
Combinedly alighting --
Himself -- his Carriage was --
As Watchers hang upon the East,
© Emily Dickinson
As Watchers hang upon the East,
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory Fancy spread --
As brooks in deserts babble sweet
On ear too far for the delight,
Heaven beguiles the tired.
As Summer into Autumn slips
© Emily Dickinson
As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
We turn the sun away,
As if some little Arctic flower
© Emily Dickinson
As if some little Arctic flower
Upon the polar hem --
Went wandering down the Latitudes
Until it puzzled came
As by the dead we love to sit,
© Emily Dickinson
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear --
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here --
And this of all my Hopes
© Emily Dickinson
And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end
An Hour is a Sea
© Emily Dickinson
An Hour is a Sea
Between a few, and me --
With them would Harbor be --
An honest Tear
© Emily Dickinson
An honest Tear
Is durabler than Bronze --
This Cenotaph
May each that dies --
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 --
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.
Alter! When the Hills do --
© Emily Dickinson
Alter! When the Hills do --
Falter! When the Sun
Question if His Glory
Be the Perfect One --
All these my banners be.
© Emily Dickinson
All these my banners be.
I sow my pageantry
In May --
It rises train by train --
