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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Day's Parlor
by EmilyDickinsonIIIThe Sun's WooingDay's Parlor Day's Parlor The day came slow, till five o'clock, Then sprang before the hills Like hindered rubies, or the light A sudden musket spills…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Juggler of Day
by EmilyDickinsonProblemsMy CricketThe Juggler of Day The Juggler of Day Blazing in gold and quenching in purple, Leaping like leopards to the sky, Then at the feet of the old horizon…Poems by Emily Dickinson: My Cricket
by EmilyDickinsonThe Juggler of DayXLVMy Cricket My Cricket Farther in summer than the birds, Pathetic from the grass, A minor nation celebrates Its unobtrusive mass. No ordinance is…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Summer's Obsequies
by EmilyDickinsonXLVIFringed GentianSummer's Obsequies Summer's Obsequies The gentian weaves her fringes, The maple's loom is red. My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Fringed Gentian
by EmilyDickinsonSummer's ObsequiesNovemberFringed Gentian Fringed Gentian God made a little gentian; It tried to be a rose And failed, and all the summer laughed. But just before the snows…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Sun's Wooing
by EmilyDickinsonDay's ParlorThe RobinThe Sun's Wooing The Sun's Wooing The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Blue Jay
by EmilyDickinsonThe SnowThe Blue Jay The Blue Jay No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Butterfly's Day
by EmilyDickinsonThe RobinThe BluebirdThe Butterfly's Day The Butterfly's Day From cocoon forth a butterfly As lady from her door Emerged — a summer afternoon — Repairing everywhere,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Country Burial
by EmilyDickinsonThe JourneyGoingA Country Burial A Country Burial Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Till the End
by EmilyDickinsonXXXVVoidTill the End Till the End I should not dare to leave my friend, Because — because if he should die While I was gone, and I — too late — Should reach the heart that…Trending
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