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Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Monument
by EmilyDickinsonThe SpiritXXThe Monument The Monument She laid her docile crescent down, And this mechanic stone Still states, to dates that have forgot, The news that she is gone.…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Invisible
by EmilyDickinsonXXVIXXVIIIInvisible Invisible From us she wandered now a year, Her tarrying unknown; If wilderness prevent her feet, Or that ethereal zone No eye hath seen and lived…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Waiting
by EmilyDickinsonXXXIXXXIIIWaiting Waiting I sing to use the waiting, My bonnet but to tie, And shut the door unto my house; No more to do have I, Till, his best step approaching,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Farewell
by EmilyDickinsonXXXVXXXVIIFarewell Farewell Tie the strings to my life, my Lord, Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses — Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Dead
by EmilyDickinsonXXXVIIXXXIXDead Dead There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast, And will not tell its name. Some touch it and…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Ending
by EmilyDickinsonIVVIEnding Ending That is solemn we have ended, — Be it but a play, Or a glee among the garrets, Or a holiday, Or a leaving home; or later, Parting with a world We…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Thirst
by EmilyDickinsonLILIIIThirst Thirst We thirst at first, — 't is Nature's act; And later, when we die, A little water supplicate Of fingers going by. It intimates the finer want,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: LIII
by EmilyDickinsonThirstCharlotte Brontí«'s GraveLIII A clock stopped — not the mantel's; Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Sleeping
by EmilyDickinsonLVIRetrospectSleeping Sleeping A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid, — An independent one. Was ever…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Retrospect
by EmilyDickinsonSleepingEternityRetrospect Retrospect 'T was just this time last year I died. I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms, — It had the tassels on. I…