Emily Dickinson Poems

• 1401.   Pursuing You In Your Transitions
  1602
  
  
• 1402.   Purple—is Fashionable Twice
  980
  
  
• 1403.   Publication—is The Auction
  709
  
  
• 1404.   Proud Of My Broken Heart, Since Thou Didst Break It
  1736
  
  
• 1405.   Promise This—when You Be Dying
  648
  
  
• 1406.   Presentiment—is That Long Shadow—on The Lawn
  764
  
  
• 1407.   Precious To Me—she Still Shall Be
  727
  
  
• 1408.   Prayer Is The Little Implement
  437
  
  
• 1409.   Praise It—’tis Dead—
  1384
  
  
• 1410.   Power Is A Familiar Growth—
  1238
  
  
• 1411.   Portraits Are To Daily Faces
  170
  
  
• 1412.   Poor Little Heart!
  192
  
  
• 1413.   Pink—small—and Punctual—
  1332
  
  
• 1414.   Pigmy Seraphs—gone Astray
  138
  
  
• 1415.   Peril As A Possesssion
  1678
  
  
• 1416.   Perhaps You’d Like To Buy A Flower
  134
  
  
• 1417.   Perhaps You Think Me Stooping
  833
  
  
• 1418.   Perhaps They Do Not Go So Far
  1399
  
  
• 1419.   Perhaps I Asked Too Large
  352
  
  
• 1420.   Perception Of An Object Costs
  1071
  
  
• 1421.   Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith
  912
  
  
• 1422.   Patience—has A Quiet Outer
  926
  
  
• 1423.   Pass To They Rendezvous Of Light
  1564
  
  
• 1424.   Parting With Thee Reluctantly
  1614
  
  
• 1425.   Partake As Doth The Bee
  994
  
  
• 1426.   Paradise Is That Old Mansion
  1119
  
  
• 1427.   Paradise Is Of The Option
  1069
  
  
• 1428.   Papa Above!
  61
  
  
• 1429.   Pain Has But One Acquaintance
  1049
  
  
• 1430.   Pain—has An Element Of Blank
  650
  
  
• 1431.   Pain—expands The Time
  967
  
  
• 1432.   Over The Fence
  251
  
  
• 1433.   Over And Over, Like A Tune
  367
  
  
• 1434.   Out Of Sight? What Of That?
  703
  
  
• 1435.   Ourselves Were Wed One Summer—dear
  631
  
  
• 1436.   Ourselves We Do Inter With Sweet Derision
  1144
  
  
• 1437.   Our Share Of Night To Bear
  113
  
  
• 1438.   Our Own Possessions—though Our Own—
  1208
  
  
• 1439.   Our Lives Are Swiss—
  80
  
  
• 1440.   Our Little Secrets Slink Away—
  1326
  
  
• 1441.   Our Little Kinsmen—after Rain
  885
  
  
• 1442.   Our Journey Had Advanced
  615
  
  
• 1443.   Opinion Is A Flitting Thing
  1455
  
  
• 1444.   Only God—detect The Sorrow
  626
  
  
• 1445.   Only A Shrine, But Mine
  918
  
  
• 1446.   One Year Ago—jots What?
  296
  
  
• 1447.   One Thing Of It We Borrow
  1464
  
  
• 1448.   One Sister Have I In Our House
  14
  
  
• 1449.   One Of The Ones That Midas Touched
  1466
  
  
• 1450.   One Need Not Be A Chamber—to Be Haunted
  670