Poems by Emily Dickinson
The feet of people walking home
... To Immortality.My figures fail to tell me ...
The Grass so little has to do
... And bow to everything --And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls -- ...
The largest Fire ever known
... Discovered is without surprise ...
The mob within the heart
... Is authorized as peaceUncertified of scene ...
The Voice that stands for Floods to me
... Glows impotent on them --What difference in Substance lies ...
The Work of Her that went,
... In Ovens green our Mother bakes, ...
There is a morn by men unseen
... And revel till the day --Like thee to dance -- like thee to sing -- ...
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies
... This Passive Place a Summer's nimble mansion ...
This was a Poet -- It is That
... To ceaseless Poverty --Of portion -- so unconscious -- ...
Those final Creatures, -- who they are --
... Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble
... The hungry Vulture screamed --The satyr's fingers beckoned -- ...
Through those old Grounds of memory,
... Through those old Grounds of memory, ...
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
... By my own Choice, and Thee --Goodbye to the Life I used to live -- ...
Unable are the Loved to die
... Nay, it is Deity --Unable they that love -- to die ...
We should not mind so small a flower
... From out a hundred trees --That whoso sees this little flower ...
