Emily Dickinson Poems
Gratitude—is Not The Mention 989
Gratitudeâ??is not the mention
By The Sea I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The mermaids in the basement
There Is A Flower That Bees Prefer 380
There is a flower that Bees prefer—
If Anybody's Friend Be Dead 509
If anybody's friend be dead
As Frost Is Best Conceived 951
As Frost is best conceived
My Portion Is Defeat—today 639
My Portion is Defeatâ??todayâ??
I Am Ashamed—i Hide 473
I am ashamedâ??I hideâ??
How Many Flowers Fail In Wood 404
How many Flowers fail in Wood—
Beauty—be Not Caused—it Is 516
Beauty—be not caused—It Is—
If Nature Smiles - The Mother Must If Nature smiles - the Mother must
I'm sure, at many a whim
Of Her eccentric Family -
The White Heat Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door --
Red -- is the Fire's common tint --
It's All I Have To Bring Today 26
It's all I have to bring today—
God Is A Distant—stately Lover 357
God is a distantâ??stately Loverâ??
"nature" Is What We See 668
"Nature" is what we see—
These—saw Visions 758
Through Lane It Lay—through Bramble 9
Through lane it layâ??through brambleâ??
The Woodpecker His bill an auger is,
His head, a cap and frill.
He laboreth at every tree,--
A Visitor In Marl 391
A Visitor in Marl—
Ample Make This Bed. Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Endow The Living—with The Tears 521
Endow the Livingâ??with the Tearsâ??
The Day Undressed—herself 716
The Day undressed—Herself—
She Died—this Was The Way She Died 150
She diedâ??this was the way she died.
I Saw No Way—the Heavens Were Stitched 378
I saw no Wayâ??The Heavens were stitchedâ??
A Happy Lip—breaks Sudden 353
A happy lip—breaks sudden—
What Inn Is This 115
What Inn is this
A Lady Red—amid The Hill 74
A Lady red—amid the Hill
A Shady Friend For Torrid Days A shady friend for torrid days
Is easier to find
Than one of higher temperature
Renunciation Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --
The letting go
A Presence -- for an Expectation --
The World—feels Dusty 715
The World—feels Dusty
The Red—blaze—is The Morning 469
The Redâ??Blazeâ??is the Morningâ??
The World—stands—solemner—to Me 493
The Worldâ??standsâ??solemnerâ??to meâ??
Pain—expands The Time 967
Pain—expands the Time—
The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man, The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, 'Come in,'
I boldly answered; entered then
There Is Another Sky There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
We Play At Paste, We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I 598
Three timesâ??we partedâ??Breathâ??and Iâ??
The Outer—from The Inner 451
The Outerâ??from the Inner
The Butterfly In Honored Dust The Butterfly in honored Dust
Assuredly will lie
But none will pass the Catacomb
Love—is Anterior To Life 917
Loveâ??is anterior to Lifeâ??
A Narrow Fellow In The Grass A narrow fellow in the grass
You may have met him,--did you not,
Dropped Into The Ether Acre 665
Dropped into the Ether Acre—
Four Trees—upon A Solitary Acre 742
Four Treesâ??upon a solitary Acreâ??
The World—stands—solemner—to Me 493
The World—stands—solemner—to me—
Of Course—i Prayed 376
Of Courseâ??I prayedâ??
Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling 314
Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—
The Trees Like Tassels—hit—and Swung 606
The Trees like Tasselsâ??hitâ??and swungâ??
A Night—there Lay The Days Between 471
A Night—there lay the Days between—
God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, God gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
Could Hope Inspect Her Basis Could Hope inspect her Basis
Her Craft were done -
Has a fictitious Charter
T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died. 'T was just this time last year I died.
I know I heard the corn,
When I was carried by the farms,--
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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