Poems by Emily Dickinson
If I shouldn't be alive
... Give the one in Red Cravat, ...
If recollecting were forgetting,
... And if forgetting, recollecting, ...
If your Nerve, deny you
... If he fear to swerve --That's a steady posture -- ...
Is it true, dear Sue?
... For fear of joggling Him! ...
Like her the Saints retire,
... After the Day!"Departed" -- both -- they say! ...
Love -- is anterior to Life --
... Love -- is anterior to Life -- ...
Love's stricken "why"
... Is all that love can speak -- ...
Many a phrase has the English language
... Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue --Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs, ...
Mine Enemy is growing old --
... If any would avengeLet him be quick -- the Viand flits -- ...
My friend attacks my friend!
... I think I'd shoot the human race ...
Of all the Souls that stand create --
... When that which is -- and that which was -- ...
Oh, honey of an hour,
... Prohibit me Till my minutest dower, ...
On such a night, or such a night,
... And trudging feet from school --Playmates, and holidays, and nuts -- ...
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
... Her troubled question flings --Thrice to the floating casement ...
Poor little Heart!
... Then dinna care! Then dinna care!Proud little Heart! ...
