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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVI ("What if I say?")
by EmilyDickinsonThe Lost JewelXVI What if I say I shall not wait? What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee? What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me, — that…Poems by Emily Dickinson: VII ("Wild nights!")
by EmilyDickinsonVIAt HomeVII Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, — Done with the compass, Done with the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXVI ("Frequently the woods")
by EmilyDickinsonThe RatA Thunder-StormXXXVI Frequently the woods are pink, Frequently are brown; Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to…Poems by Emily Dickinson: With Flowers ("South winds")
by EmilyDickinsonA Thunder-StormSunsetWith Flowers With Flowers South winds jostle them, Bumblebees come, Hover, hesitate, Drink, and are gone. Butterflies pause On their passage…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XL ("She sweeps")
by EmilyDickinsonSunsetXLIXL She sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XII ("As by the dead")
by EmilyDickinsonXIMemorialsXII As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear, As for the lost we grapple, Though all the rest are here, — In broken mathematics We estimate our…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVI ("There is a shame")
by EmilyDickinsonXVTriumphXVI There is a shame of nobleness Confronting sudden pelf, — A finer shame of ecstasy Convicted of itself. A best disgrace a brave man feels, Acknowledged of…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVIII ("Pompless no life")
by EmilyDickinsonTriumphXIXXVIII Pompless no life can pass away; The lowliest career To the same pageant wends its way As that exalted here. How cordial is the mystery! The…Poems by Emily Dickinson: II ("Going to heaven!")
by EmilyDickinsonIIIIII Going to heaven! I don't know when, Pray do not ask me how, — Indeed, I 'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to heaven! — How dim it sounds! And yet it…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXV ("Essential oils")
by EmilyDickinsonGoingXXVIXXV Essential oils are wrung: The attar from the rose Is not expressed by suns alone, It is the gift of screws. The general rose decays; But this, in lady's…Trending
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