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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…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Real

by EmilyDickinson"Troubled About Many Things"The FuneralReal Real I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes glaze once…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Funeral

by EmilyDickinsonRealXIVThe Funeral The Funeral That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious 'T is almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. Oh,…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Refuge

by EmilyDickinsonXVXVIIRefuge Refuge The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder…