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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Death and Life
by EmilyDickinsonThe WindXXVIDeath and Life Death and Life Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Indian Summer
by EmilyDickinsonXXVIAutumnIndian Summer Indian Summer These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look. These are the days when skies put on…Poems by Emily Dickinson: IV ("Perhaps")
by EmilyDickinsonWhy?VIV Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower? But I could never sell. If you would like to borrow Until the daffodil Unties her yellow bonnet Beneath the village door,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Service of Song
by EmilyDickinsonVVIIA Service of Song A Service of Song Some keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome.…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Summer's Armies
by EmilyDickinsonVIIThe GrassSummer's Armies Summer's Armies Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the world Cashmere I confidently see! Or else a peacock's purple train,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Too Late
by EmilyDickinsonIAstra CastraToo Late Too Late Delayed till she had ceased to know, Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay. An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The First Lesson
by EmilyDickinsonXXXXIIThe First Lesson The First Lesson Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the place Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXIV ("Afraid?")
by EmilyDickinsonXXIIIDyingXXIV Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death; for who is he? The porter of my father's lodge As much abasheth me. Of life? 'T were odd I fear a thing That…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Astra Castra
by EmilyDickinsonToo LateIVAstra Castra Astra Castra Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Along the Potomac
by EmilyDickinsonXXXIIXXXIVAlong the Potomac Along the Potomac When I was small, a woman died. To-day her only boy Went up from the Potomac, His face all victory, To look at her; how…Trending
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