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Poems by Emily Dickinson: My Rose
by EmilyDickinsonThe Sleeping FlowersThe Oriole's SecretMy Rose My Rose Pigmy seraphs gone astray, Velvet people from Vevay, Belles from some lost summer day, Bees' exclusive coterie. Paris…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Oriole's Secret
by EmilyDickinsonMy RoseThe OrioleThe Oriole's Secret The Oriole's Secret To hear an oriole sing May be a common thing, Or only a divine. It is not of the bird Who sings the same,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Humming-Bird
by EmilyDickinsonIn ShadowSecretsThe Humming-Bird The Humming-Bird A route of evanescence With a revolving wheel; A resonance of emerald, A rush of cochineal; And every blossom on the bush…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Two Voyagers
by EmilyDickinsonXVIIBy the SeaTwo Voyagers Two Voyagers Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested on a beam;…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Out of the Morning
by EmilyDickinsonMother NatureIIIOut of the Morning Out of the Morning Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Old-Fashioned
by EmilyDickinsonBy the SeaA TempestOld-Fashioned Old-Fashioned Arcturus is his other name, — I'd rather call him star! It's so unkind of science To go and interfere! I pull a flower…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Wind's Visit
by EmilyDickinsonXXIXXXXIThe Wind's Visit The Wind's Visit The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, "Come in," I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Thunder-Storm
by EmilyDickinsonXXXVIWith FlowersA Thunder-Storm A Thunder-Storm The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, — He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky.…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Day's Parlor
by EmilyDickinsonIIIThe Sun's WooingDay's Parlor Day's Parlor The day came slow, till five o'clock, Then sprang before the hills Like hindered rubies, or the light A sudden musket spills…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Juggler of Day
by EmilyDickinsonProblemsMy CricketThe Juggler of Day The Juggler of Day Blazing in gold and quenching in purple, Leaping like leopards to the sky, Then at the feet of the old horizon…Trending
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