Emily Dickinson Poems
- 251. I Can't Tell You-but You Feel It
- 252. One Year Ago-jots What?
- 253. There Is A Word
- 254. Of Brussels-it Was Not
- 255. To Die-takes Just A Little While
- 256. I Shall Know Why-when Time Is Over
- 257. There Is A June When Corn Is Cut
- 258. I Held A Jewel In My Fingers
- 259. Tell All The Truth
- 260. The Malay-took The Pearl
- 261. Ah, Moon-and Star!
- 262. Death Is Potential To That Man
- 263. The Sun Kept Stooping-stooping
- 264. Are Friends Delight Or Pain
- 265. The Admirations-and Contempts-of Time
- 266. I'll Clutch-and Clutch
- 267. Spring Is The Period
- 268. 'twas The Old-road-through Pain
- 269. Our Lives Are Swiss
- 270. As If The Sea Should Part
- 271. Only God-detect The Sorrow
- 272. God Permit Industrious Angels
- 273. If What We Could—were What We Would
- 274. Least Rivers-docile To Some Sea
- 275. We Thirst At First-'tis Nature's Act
- 276. Size Circumscribes-it Has No Room
- 277. I Haven't Told My Garden Yet
- 278. It Always Felt To Me-a Wrong
- 279. The Sea Said 'come' To The Brook
- 280. Sleep Is Supposed To Be
- 281. The Bustle In A House
- 282. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn
- 283. Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
- 284. At Least-to Pray-is Left-is Left
- 285. He Found My Being-set It Up
- 286. She Staked Her Feathers-gained An Arc
- 287. Heavenly Father
- 288. Not Probable-the Barest Chance
- 289. Best Gains-must Have The Losses' Test
- 290. It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
- 291. Her Breast Is Fit For Pearls
- 292. To Make One's Toilette—after Death
- 293. Me Prove It Now-whoever Doubt
- 294. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some
- 295. I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick
- 296. The Birds Begun At Four O'clock
- 297. A Doubt If It Be Us
- 298. Midsummer, Was It, When They Died
- 299. A Murmur In The Trees—to Note
- 300. They Shut Me Up In Prose