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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Surrender
by EmilyDickinsonSuspenseVISurrender Surrender Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Proof
by EmilyDickinsonWith a FlowerIXProof Proof That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough. That I shall love alway, I offer thee That love is life,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Bee
by EmilyDickinsonPurple CloverXVIThe Bee The Bee Like trains of cars on tracks of plush I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Mountain
by EmilyDickinsonTwo WorldsA DayThe Mountain The Mountain The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere. The seasons prayed…Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Day
by EmilyDickinsonThe MountainXXIIIA Day A Day I'll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Autumn
by EmilyDickinsonIndian SummerBecloudedAutumn Autumn The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Beclouded
by EmilyDickinsonAutumnThe HemlockBeclouded Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Why?
by EmilyDickinsonMay-FlowerIVWhy? Why? The murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me. If any ask me why, 'T were easier to die Than tell. The red upon the hill Taketh away my will; If…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Hemlock
by EmilyDickinsonBecloudedXXXIThe Hemlock The Hemlock I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow; It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe That men must slake in…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Grass
by EmilyDickinsonSummer's ArmiesXThe Grass The Grass The grass so little has to do, — A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to…Trending
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