Poems by Emily Dickinson
That after Horror -- that 'twas us
... Our Savior, by a Hair --A second more, had dropped too deep ...
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!
... There -- Paradise -- is found!Her teasing Purples -- Afternoons -- ...
Angels, in the early morning
... Stooping -- plucking -- sighing -- flying -- ...
Baffled for just a day or two
... She beckons, and the woods start -- ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
... Who spun the breadth of blue!Write me how many notes there be ...
Death sets a Thing significant
... At Rest -- His fingers are --Now -- when I read -- I read not -- ...
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge
... It joins -- behind the VeilTo what, could We presume ...
I measure every Grief I meet
... And only nails the eyes --There's Grief of Want -- and Grief of Cold -- ...
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
... A time when it was not --It has no Future -- but itself -- ...
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
... Upon the World below --Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde -- ...
The only Ghost I ever saw
... And stepped like flakes of snow --His Gait -- was soundless, like the Bird -- ...
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
... When Bumblebees in solemn flight ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
... To take the Pumpkins in --I wondered which would miss me, least, ...
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
... A Breeze -- a caper in the trees -- ...
At Half past Three, a single Bird
... And Place was where the Presence was ...
