Poems begining by I
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I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl
© Emily Dickinson
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl --
Life's little duties do -- precisely --
As the very least
Were infinite -- to me --
I thought the Train would never come --
© Emily Dickinson
I thought the Train would never come --
How slow the whistle sang --
I don't believe a peevish Bird
So whimpered for the Spring --
I thought that nature was enough
© Emily Dickinson
I thought that nature was enough
Till Human nature came
But that the other did absorb
As Parallax a Flame --
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss
© Emily Dickinson
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss
To those who dare to try --
Beyond my limit to conceive --
My lip -- to testify --
I think the longest Hour of all
© Emily Dickinson
I think the longest Hour of all
Is when the Cars have come --
And we are waiting for the Coach --
It seems as though the Time
I think the Hemlock likes to stand
© Emily Dickinson
I think the Hemlock likes to stand
Upon a Marge of Snow --
It suits his own Austerity --
And satisfies an awe
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water --
© Emily Dickinson
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water --
It would not sound so deep
Were it a Firmamental Product --
Airs no Oceans keep --
I think just how my shape will rise
© Emily Dickinson
I think just how my shape will rise --
When I shall be "forgiven" --
Till Hair -- and Eyes -- and timid Head --
Are out of sight -- in Heaven --
I think I was enchanted
© Emily Dickinson
I think I was enchanted
When first a sombre Girl --
I read that Foreign Lady --
The Dark -- felt beautiful --
I tend my flowers for thee
© Emily Dickinson
I tend my flowers for thee --
Bright Absentee!
My Fuchsia's Coral Seams
Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams --
I suppose the time will come
© Emily Dickinson
I suppose the time will come
Aid it in the coming
When the Bird will crowd the Tree
And the Bee be booming.
I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News
© Emily Dickinson
I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News
That such a Realm could be --
"The House not made with Hands" it was --
Thrown open wide to me --
I stepped from Plank to Plank
© Emily Dickinson
I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feet the Sea.
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick --
© Emily Dickinson
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick --
The Thought to be alive --
Anonymous Delight to know --
And Madder -- to conceive --
I showed her Heights she never saw
© Emily Dickinson
I showed her Heights she never saw --
"Would'st Climb," I said?
She said -- "Not so" --
"With me --" I said -- With me?
I should not dare to be so sad
© Emily Dickinson
I should not dare to be so sad
So many Years again --
A Load is first impossible
When we have put it down --
I should have been too glad, I see
© Emily Dickinson
I should have been too glad, I see --
Too lifted -- for the scant degree
Of Life's penurious Round --
My little Circuit would have shamed
This new Circumference -- have blamed --
The homelier time behind.
I shall not murmur if at last
© Emily Dickinson
I shall not murmur if at last
The ones I loved below
Permission have to understand
For what I shunned them so --
I shall know why -- when Time is over
© Emily Dickinson
I shall know why -- when Time is over --
And I have ceased to wonder why --
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky --
I send you a decrepit flower
© Emily Dickinson
I send you a decrepit flower
That nature sent to me
At parting -- she was going south
And I designed to stay --
