Emily Dickinson Poems
51. She Dwelleth In The Ground
52. Truth—is As Old As God
53. I Could Not Drink It, Sweet
54. If He Dissolve—then—there Is Nothing
55. Could I But Ride Indefinite
56. One Anguish—in A Crowd
57. I Years Had Been From Home,
58. The Definition Of Beauty Is
59. Sexton! My Master's Sleeping Here
60. This Was A Poet—it Is That
61. The Grace—myself—might Not Obtain
62. Autumn—overlooked My Knitting
63. You Love The Lord—you Cannot See
64. Except To Heaven, She Is Nought
65. 'they Have Not Chosen Me,' He Said
66. The Soul's Distinct Connection
67. There Is A Finished Feeling
68. I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died;
69. An Everywhere Of Silver
70. A South Wind—has A Pathos
71. Denial—is The Only Fact
72. It's Like The Light, --
73. I See Thee Better—in The Dark
74. I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce
75. The Truth—is Stirless
76. Train
77. Morns Like These—we Parted
78. Funny—to Be A Century
79. It Is An Honorable Thought,
80. More Life—went Out—when He Went
81. Proud Of My Broken Heart
82. If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,
83. I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
84. His Bill An Auger Is
85. Absence Disembodies—so Does Death
86. A Burdock—clawed My Gown
87. Come Slowly—eden!
88. A Light Exists In Spring
89. Pigmy Seraphs—gone Astray
90. A Darting Fear—a Pomp—a Tear
91. I'm
92. I Started Early - Took My Dog
93. This Consciousness That Is Aware
94. With Thee, In The Desert
95. So The Eyes Accost—and Sunder
96. To Interrupt His Yellow Plan
97. Sunset At Night—is Natural
98. Witchcraft Was Hung, In History
99. I Like To See It Lap The Miles,
100. I'm The Little
Total 2404 poems written by Emily Dickinson
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Private Ground by Sylvia Plath
First frost, and I walk among the rose-fruit, the marble toes
Of the Greek beauties you brought
Off Europe's relic heap
To sweeten your neck of the New York woods.
Soon each white lady will be boarded up
Against the crackling climate.
All morning, with smoking breath, the handyman
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