Poems by Emily Dickinson
I felt my life with both my hands
... For doubt, that I should know the Sound --I judged my features -- jarred my hair -- ...
I haven't told my garden yet
... To break it to the Bee --I will not name it in the street ...
I held a Jewel in my fingers
... I said "'Twill keep" --I woke -- and chid my honest fingers, ...
I hide myself within my flower,
... You, unsuspecting, feel for me -- ...
I like a look of Agony,
... Nor simulate, a Throe --The Eyes glaze once -- and that is Death -- ...
I never hear the word "escape"
... A flying attitude!I never hear of prisons broad ...
I often passed the village
... And why it was so still --I did not know the year then -- ...
I see thee better -- in the Dark --
... To nullify the Mine --And in the Grave -- I see Thee best -- ...
I should not dare to leave my friend,
... They "noticed" me -- they noticed me --If I should stab the patient faith ...
I sing to use the Waiting
... No more to do have ITill His best step approaching ...
I stole them from a Bee
... I stole them from a Bee -- ...
I went to Heaven
... Lathed -- with Down --Stiller -- than the fields ...
I would distil a cup
... Drinking to her no more astir, ...
I would not paint -- a picture --
... Such sumptuous -- Despair --I would not talk, like Cornets -- ...
I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs --
... I've finished threading -- too --Baptized, before, without the choice, ...
