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Poems by Emily Dickinson: X ("A little road")
by EmilyDickinsonThe GrassSummer ShowerX A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself, 'T is that I…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVII ("As children")
by EmilyDickinsonXVIXVIIIXVII As children bid the guest good-night, And then reluctant turn, My flowers raise their pretty lips, Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XIX ("So bashful")
by EmilyDickinsonXVIIITwo WorldsXIX So bashful when I spied her, So pretty, so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets, Lest anybody find; So breathless till I passed her, So helpless when I…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVI ("'Twas later")
by EmilyDickinsonDeath and LifeIndian SummerXXVI 'T WAS later when the summer went Than when the cricket came, And yet we knew that gentle clock Meant nought but going home. 'T was…Poems by Emily Dickinson: V ("The pedigree of honey")
by EmilyDickinsonIVA Service of SongV The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.Poems by Emily Dickinson: VII ("The bee")
by EmilyDickinsonA Service of SongSummer's ArmiesVII The bee is not afraid of me, I know the butterfly; The pretty people in the woods Receive me cordially. The brooks laugh louder when…Poems by Emily Dickinson: X ("I died for beauty")
by EmilyDickinsonIX"Troubled About Many Things"X I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVI ("Two swimmers")
by EmilyDickinsonDyingThe ChariotXXVI Two swimmers wrestled on the spar Until the morning sun, When one turned smiling to the land. O God, the other one! The stray ships passing spied a…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXX ("Except to heaven")
by EmilyDickinsonResurgamXXXIXXX Except to heaven, she is nought; Except for angels, lone; Except to some wide-wandering bee, A flower superfluous blown; Except for winds, provincial;…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXI ("Death is a dialogue")
by EmilyDickinsonXXXXXXIIXXXI Death is a dialogue between The spirit and the dust. "Dissolve," says Death. The Spirit, "Sir, I have another trust." Death doubts it, argues from the…Trending
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