Emily Dickinson Poems
- 201. Prayer Is The Little Implement
Prayer is the little implement
- 202. Twas Such A Little—little Boat
'Twas such a littleâ??little boat
- 203. I've Nothing Else—to Bring, You Know
I've nothing elseâ??to bring, You knowâ??
- 204. Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith
Peace is a fiction of our Faith—
- 205. In Lands I Never Saw—they Say
In lands I never sawâ??they say
- 206. I Am Alive - I Guess
I am aliveâ??I guessâ??
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Gloryâ??
- 207. I Took My Power In My Hand
I took my Power in my Hand—
- 208. The Child's Faith Is New
The Child's faith is new—
- 209. Without This—there Is Nought
Without thisâ??there is noughtâ??
- 210. I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss
I think to Liveâ??may be a Bliss
- 211. Not "revelation"—'tis—that Waits
Not "Revelation"—'tis—that waits,
- 212. By A Flower—by A Letter
By a flowerâ??By a letterâ??
- 213. No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
No Bobolinkâ??reverse His Singing
- 214. Love—thou Art High
Loveâ??thou art highâ??
- 215. Her—
- 216. Soil Of Flint, If Steady Tilled
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled—
- 217. The Black Berry—wears A Thorn In His Side
The Black Berryâ??wears a Thorn in his sideâ??
But no Man heard Him cryâ??
He offers His Berry, just the same
- 218. Despair's Advantage Is Achieved
Despair's advantage is achieved
- 219. Of Being Is A Bird
Of Being is a Bird
- 220. Tho' My Destiny Be Fustian
Tho' my destiny be Fustian—
- 221. The Missing All—prevented Me
The Missing Allâ??prevented Me
- 222. Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
Time feels so vast that were it not
- 223. The Dying Need But Little, Dear,--
The dying need but little, dear,--
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
- 224. It Can't Be "summer"!
It can't be "Summer"!
- 225. How Happy I Was If I Could Forget
How happy I was if I could forget
- 226. You'll Know It—as You Know 'tis Noon
You'll know itâ??as you know 'tis Noonâ??
- 227. "why Do I Love" You, Sir?
"Why do I love" You, Sir?
- 228. I'm "wife"—i've Finished That
I'm "wife"—I've finished that—
- 229. It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up,
It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the bells
- 230. He Parts Himself—like Leaves
He parts Himselfâ??like Leavesâ??
- 231. I Cried At Pity—not At Pain
I cried at Pityâ??not at Painâ??
- 232. So Set Its Sun In Thee
So set its Sun in Thee
- 233. 'tis Anguish Grander Than Delight
'Tis Anguish grander than Delight
- 234. Is It True, Dear Sue?
Is it true, dear Sue?
- 235. Grief Is A Mouse
Grief is a Mouse—
- 236. We Cover Thee—sweet Face
We Cover Theeâ??Sweet Faceâ??
- 237. A Charm Invests A Face
A Charm invests a face
- 238. Of Bronze—and Blaze
Of Bronzeâ??and Blazeâ??
- 239. She's Happy, With A New Content
She's happy, with a new Content—
- 240. Pain—has An Element Of Blank
Pain—has an Element of Blank—
- 241. Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659)
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
- 242. The Judge Is Like The Owl
The Judge is like the Owl—
- 243. For Each Ecstatic Instant
For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
- 244. I Rose—because He Sank
I roseâ??because He sankâ??
- 245. I Could Die—to Know
I could dieâ??to knowâ??
- 246. Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling
Natureâ??sometimes sears a Saplingâ??
- 247. I Can't Tell You—but You Feel It
I can't tell youâ??but you feel itâ??
- 248. One Year Ago—jots What?
One Year agoâ??jots what?
- 249. There Is A Word
There is a word
- 250. Of Brussels—it Was Not
Of Brusselsâ??it was notâ??
Of Kidderminster? Nayâ??
The Winds did buy it of the Woodsâ??
Total 2404 poems written by Emily Dickinson