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Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Funeral

by EmilyDickinsonRealXIVThe Funeral The Funeral That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious 'T is almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. Oh,…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Refuge

by EmilyDickinsonXVXVIIRefuge Refuge The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Playmates

by EmilyDickinsonXVIIXIXPlaymates Playmates God permits industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one, — forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightway. God calls home the angels…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Chariot

by EmilyDickinsonXXVIXXVIIIThe Chariot The Chariot Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Resurgam

by EmilyDickinsonXXVIIIXXXResurgam Resurgam At last to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side, The rest of life to see! Past midnight, past the morning star! Past sunrise! Ah! what…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Emancipation

by EmilyDickinsonXXXIVLostEmancipation Emancipation No rack can torture me, My soul's at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Lost

by EmilyDickinsonEmancipationXXXVIILost Lost I lost a world the other day. Has anybody found? You'll know it by the row of stars Around its forehead bound. A rich man might not notice it…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Escape

by EmilyDickinsonThe TestCompensationEscape Escape I never hear the word "escape" Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad By…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Compensation

by EmilyDickinsonEscapeThe MartyrsCompensation Compensation For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy. For each beloved hour Sharp…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Martyrs

by EmilyDickinsonCompensationA PrayerThe Martyrs The Martyrs Through the straight pass of suffering The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God. A stately,…