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Poems by Emily Dickinson: November
by EmilyDickinsonFringed GentianThe SnowNovember November Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisive…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Snow
by EmilyDickinsonNovemberThe Blue JayThe Snow The Snow It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the wood, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road. It makes an even face…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Robin
by EmilyDickinsonThe Sun's WooingThe Butterfly's DayThe Robin The Robin The robin is the one That interrupts the morn With hurried, few, express reports When March is scarcely on. The…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Bluebird
by EmilyDickinsonThe Butterfly's DayAprilThe Bluebird The Bluebird Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness, A fellow in the skies Of independent…Poems by Emily Dickinson: April
by EmilyDickinsonThe BluebirdThe Sleeping FlowersApril April An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Memorials
by EmilyDickinsonXIIXIVMemorials Memorials Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships In crayon…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Triumph
by EmilyDickinsonXVIXVIIITriumph Triumph Triumph may be of several kinds. There 's triumph in the room When that old imperator, Death, By faith is overcome. There 's triumph of the finer…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Following
by EmilyDickinsonXIXXXIFollowing Following I had no cause to be awake, My best was gone to sleep, And morn a new politeness took, And failed to wake them up, But called the others clear…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Journey
by EmilyDickinsonXXIA Country BurialThe Journey The Journey Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Going
by EmilyDickinsonA Country BurialXXVGoing Going On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair, So quiet, oh, how quiet! That…