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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Cocoon

by EmilyDickinsonEveningSunsetCocoon Cocoon Drab habitation of whom? Tabernacle or tomb, Or dome of worm, Or porch of gnome, Or some elf's catacomb?

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Aurora

by EmilyDickinsonSunsetThe Coming of NightAurora Aurora Of bronze and blaze The north, to-night! So adequate its forms, So preconcerted with itself, So distant to alarms, — An…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Aftermath

by EmilyDickinsonThe Coming of NightAftermath Aftermath The murmuring of bees has ceased; But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come, — The lower metres of the…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: To March

by EmilyDickinsonThe Waking YearMarchTo March To March Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat — You must have walked — How out of breath you are!…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: March

by EmilyDickinsonTo MarchDawnMarch March We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder's tongue his…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Immortality

by EmilyDickinsonIXXIImmortality Immortality It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one's hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we've immortal place…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Death

by EmilyDickinsonXIIUnwarnedDeath Death Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam, Seek it with the knife,…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Unwarned

by EmilyDickinsonDeathXVUnwarned Unwarned 'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou No station in the day? 'T was not thy wont to hinder so, — Retrieve thine industry. 'T is noon, my…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Asleep

by EmilyDickinsonXVIThe SpiritAsleep Asleep As far from pity as complaint, As cool to speech as stone, As numb to revelation As if my trade were bone. As far from time as history,…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Spirit

by EmilyDickinsonAsleepThe MonumentThe Spirit The Spirit 'T is whiter than an Indian pipe, 'T is dimmer than a lace; No stature has it, like a fog, When you approach the place. Not…