Poems begining by I
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If anybody's friend be dead
© Emily Dickinson
If anybody's friend be dead
It's sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive --
At such and such a time --
If any sink, assure that this, now standing
© Emily Dickinson
If any sink, assure that this, now standing --
Failed like Themselves -- and conscious that it rose --
Grew by the Fact, and not the Understanding
How Weakness passed -- or Force -- arose --
I've seen a Dying Eye
© Emily Dickinson
I've seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room --
In search of Something -- as it seemed --
Then Cloudier become --
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know
© Emily Dickinson
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know --
So I keep bringing These --
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes --
I've none to tell me to but Thee
© Emily Dickinson
I've none to tell me to but Thee
So when Thou failest, nobody.
It was a little tie --
It just held Two, nor those it held
Since Somewhere thy sweet Face has spilled
Beyond my Boundary --
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
© Emily Dickinson
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said --
Yet held my breath, the while --
I've got an arrow here.
© Emily Dickinson
I've got an arrow here.
Loving the hand that sent it
I the dart revere.
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb --
© Emily Dickinson
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb --
The Veins that used to run
Stop palsied -- 'tis Paralysis
Done perfecter on stone
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!
© Emily Dickinson
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!
I don't care for pouting skies!
If the Butterfly delay
Can I, therefore, stay away?
I'm saying every day
© Emily Dickinson
I'm saying every day
"If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" --
I'd do this way --
And so I deck, a little,
I'll send the feather from my Hat!
© Emily Dickinson
I'll send the feather from my Hat!
Who knows -- but at the sight of that
My Sovereign will relent?
As trinket -- worn by faded Child --
Confronting eyes long -- comforted --
Blisters the Adamant!
I'll clutch -- and clutch
© Emily Dickinson
I'll clutch -- and clutch --
Next -- One -- Might be the golden touch --
Could take it --
Diamonds -- Wait --
I'm diving -- just a little late --
But stars -- go slow -- for night --
I'd rather recollect a setting
© Emily Dickinson
I'd rather recollect a setting
Than own a rising sun
Though one is beautiful forgetting --
And true the other one.
I went to thank Her
© Emily Dickinson
I went to thank Her --
But She Slept --
Her Bed -- a funneled Stone --
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot --
That Travellers -- had thrown --
I watcher her face to see which way
© Emily Dickinson
I watcher her face to see which way
She took the awful news --
Whether she died before she heard
Or in protracted bruise
I watched the Moon around the House
© Emily Dickinson
I watched the Moon around the House
Until upon a Pane --
She stopped -- a Traveller's privilege -- for Rest --
And there upon
I was the slightest in the House
© Emily Dickinson
I was the slightest in the House --
I took the smallest Room --
At night, my little Lamp, and Book --
And one Geranium --
I was a Phoebe -- nothing more --
© Emily Dickinson
I was a Phoebe -- nothing more --
A Phoebe -- nothing less --
The little note that others dropt
I fitted into place --
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
© Emily Dickinson
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
Than any I had seen --
Some Polar Expiation -- An Omen in the Bone
Of Death's tremendous nearness --
I took one Draught of Life --
© Emily Dickinson
I took one Draught of Life --
I'll tell you what I paid --
Precisely an existence --
The market price, they said.
