Emily Dickinson Poems
- 351. What Shall I Do-it Whimpers So
- 352. A Little Bread—a Crust—a Crumb
- 353. Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
- 354. Ourselves Were Wed One Summer-dear
- 355. Unto Me? I Do Not Know You-
- 356. Gratitude-is Not The Mention
- 357. By The Sea
- 358. There Is A Flower That Bees Prefer
- 359. If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
- 360. As Frost Is Best Conceived
- 361. My Portion Is Defeat-today
- 362. I Am Ashamed-i Hide
- 363. How Many Flowers Fail In Wood
- 364. Beauty—be Not Caused—it Is
- 365. If Nature Smiles - The Mother Must
- 366. The White Heat
- 367. It's All I Have To Bring Today
- 368. God Is A Distant-stately Lover
- 369. "nature" Is What We See
- 370. These-saw Visions
- 371. Through Lane It Lay-through Bramble
- 372. The Woodpecker
- 373. A Visitor In Marl
- 374. Ample Make This Bed.
- 375. Endow The Living-with The Tears
- 376. The Day Undressed—herself
- 377. She Died-this Was The Way She Died
- 378. I Saw No Way-the Heavens Were Stitched
- 379. A Happy Lip—breaks Sudden
- 380. What Inn Is This
- 381. A Lady Red—amid The Hill
- 382. A Shady Friend For Torrid Days
- 383. Renunciation
- 384. The World—feels Dusty
- 385. The Red-blaze-is The Morning
- 386. The World-stands-solemner-to Me
- 387. Pain—expands The Time
- 388. The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man,
- 389. There Is Another Sky
- 390. We Play At Paste,
- 391. Three Times-we Parted-breath-and I
- 392. The Outer-from The Inner
- 393. The Butterfly In Honored Dust
- 394. Love-is Anterior To Life
- 395. A Narrow Fellow In The Grass
- 396. Dropped Into The Ether Acre
- 397. Four Trees-upon A Solitary Acre
- 398. The World—stands—solemner—to Me
- 399. Of Course-i Prayed
- 400. Nature—sometimes Sears A Sapling
