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Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Bat

by EmilyDickinsonThe MoonThe BalloonThe Bat The Bat The bat is dun with wrinkled wings Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Balloon

by EmilyDickinsonThe BatEveningThe Balloon The Balloon You've seen balloons set, haven't you? So stately they ascend It is as swans discarded you For duties diamond. Their liquid…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Evening

by EmilyDickinsonThe BalloonCocoonEvening Evening The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew, The…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Cocoon

by EmilyDickinsonEveningSunsetCocoon Cocoon Drab habitation of whom? Tabernacle or tomb, Or dome of worm, Or porch of gnome, Or some elf's catacomb?

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Aurora

by EmilyDickinsonSunsetThe Coming of NightAurora Aurora Of bronze and blaze The north, to-night! So adequate its forms, So preconcerted with itself, So distant to alarms, — An…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Aftermath

by EmilyDickinsonThe Coming of NightAftermath Aftermath The murmuring of bees has ceased; But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come, — The lower metres of the…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: To March

by EmilyDickinsonThe Waking YearMarchTo March To March Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat — You must have walked — How out of breath you are!…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: March

by EmilyDickinsonTo MarchDawnMarch March We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder's tongue his…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Immortality

by EmilyDickinsonIXXIImmortality Immortality It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one's hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we've immortal place…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Death

by EmilyDickinsonXIIUnwarnedDeath Death Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the knife,…