Poems begining by A
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"And with what body do they come?" --
© Emily Dickinson
"And with what body do they come?" --
Then they do come -- Rejoice!
What Door -- What Hour -- Run -- run -- My Soul!
Illuminate the House!
As imperceptibly as Grief
© Emily Dickinson
As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away --
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy --
Are Friends Delight or Pain?
© Emily Dickinson
Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Could Bounty but remain
Riches were good --
All but Death, can be Adjusted --
© Emily Dickinson
All but Death, can be Adjusted --
Dynasties repaired --
Systems -- settled in their Sockets --
Citadels -- dissolved --
Ah, Teneriffe!
© Emily Dickinson
Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages -- pause for you --
Sunset -- reviews her Sapphire Regiment --
Day -- drops you her Red Adieu!
A transport one cannot contain
© Emily Dickinson
A transport one cannot contain
May yet a transport be --
Though God forbid it lift the lid --
Unto its Ecstasy!
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart
© Emily Dickinson
A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart --
That sat it down to rest --
Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day
Flowed silver to the West --
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
© Emily Dickinson
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
© Emily Dickinson
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest
© Emily Dickinson
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest --
I've heard the Hunter tell --
'Tis but the Ecstasy of death --
And then the Brake is still!
A Light exists in Spring
© Emily Dickinson
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period --
When March is scarcely here
A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
© Emily Dickinson
A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
Yet doth exceeding run!
Of velvet, is his Countenance,
And his Complexion, dun!
At Half past Three, a single Bird
© Emily Dickinson
At Half past Three, a single Bird
Unto a silent Sky
Propounded but a single term
Of cautious melody.
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
© Emily Dickinson
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!
Angels, in the early morning
© Emily Dickinson
Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping -- plucking -- smiling -- flying --
Do the Buds to them belong?
Ample make this Bed --
© Emily Dickinson
Ample make this Bed --
Make this Bed with Awe --
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.
A Bird came down the Walk
© Emily Dickinson
A Bird came down the Walk --
He did not know I saw --
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
Apparently with no surprise
© Emily Dickinson
Apparently with no surprise
To any happy Flower
The Frost beheads it at its play --
In accidental power --
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
© Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes --
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs --
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
