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Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Goal
by EmilyDickinsonXXXIVSightThe Goal The Goal Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Sight
by EmilyDickinsonThe GoalXXXVIISight Sight Before I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way. But were it told to me, to-day,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Preacher
by EmilyDickinsonXXXVIIXXXIXThe Preacher The Preacher He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, — The broad are too broad to define; And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Deed
by EmilyDickinsonXLTime's LessonDeed Deed A deed knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well. It then goes out an act,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Remorse
by EmilyDickinsonTime's LessonThe ShelterRemorse Remorse Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, — A presence of departed acts At window and at door. It's past set down before the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Shelter
by EmilyDickinsonRemorseXLVThe Shelter The Shelter The body grows outside, — The more convenient way, — That if the spirit like to hide, Its temple stands alway Ajar, secure, inviting;…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Hunger
by EmilyDickinsonXLIXLIHunger Hunger I had been hungry all the years; My noon had come, to dine; I, trembling, drew the table near, And touched the curious wine. 'T was this on tables I…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Returning
by EmilyDickinsonLIIPrayerReturning Returning I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Prayer
by EmilyDickinsonReturningLVPrayer Prayer Prayer is the little implement Through which men reach Where presence is denied them. They fling their speech By means of it in God's ear; If…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Hope
by EmilyDickinsonVThe White HeatHope Hope Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale…Trending
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