Emily Dickinson Poems

• 401.   The Color Of The Grave Is Green
  411
  The Color of the Grave is Green—
  
• 402.   Unto My Books—so Good To Turn
  604
  Unto my Booksâ??so good to turnâ??
  
• 403.   I Had Been Hungry All The Years-
  I had been hungry all the years-
  My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near
  
• 404.   To Be Alive—is Power
  677
  To be aliveâ??is Powerâ??
  
• 405.   She Bore It Till The Simple Veins
  144
  She bore it till the simple veins
  
• 406.   'twas A Long Parting—but The Time
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• 407.   There Is A Morn By Men Unseen
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• 408.   I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind
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• 409.   Through The Dark Sod—as Education
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• 410.   At Last, To Be Identified!
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• 411.   A Coffin—is A Small Domain
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• 412.   To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave
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• 413.   I Never Hear The Word 'escape'
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• 414.   A Still—volcano—life
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• 415.   I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561)
  I measure every Grief I meet
  With narrow, probing, Eyes--I wonder if It weighs like Mine--
  
• 416.   Away From Home Are Some And I—
  821
  
  
• 417.   It Dropped So Low In My Regard
  It dropped so low in my regard
  I heard it hit the ground,And go to pieces on the stones
  
• 418.   How Sick—to Wait—in Any Place—but Thine
  368
  
  
• 419.   The Railway Train
  I like to see it lap the miles,
  And lick the valleys up,And stop to feed itself at tanks;
  
• 420.   You'll Know Her—by Her Foot
  634
  
  
• 421.   Houses—so The Wise Men Tell Me—
  "Houses"â??so the Wise Men tell meâ??
  "Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!Mansions cannot let the tears in,
  
• 422.   Sweet—you Forgot—but I Remembered
  523
  
  
• 423.   They Have A Little Odor—that To Me
  785
  
  
• 424.   How Happy Is The Little Stone
  1510
  
  
• 425.   Uncertain Lease—develops Lustre
  857
  
  
• 426.   When One Has Given Up One's Life
  853
  
  
• 427.   The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean,
  The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
  A travelling flake of snowAcross a barn or through a rut
  
• 428.   I Play At Riches—to Appease
  801
  
  
• 429.   It's Such A Little Thing To Weep
  189
  
  
• 430.   'twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch
  414
  
  
• 431.   Arcturus
  "Arcturus" is his other nameâ??
  I'd rather call him "Star."It's very mean of Science
  
• 432.   Me From Myself—to Banish
  642
  
  
• 433.   Exclusion (the Soul Selects Her Own Society)
  The soul selects her own society,
  Then shuts the door; On her divine majority
  
• 434.   They Won't Frown Always—some Sweet Day
  874
  
  
• 435.   This Dust, And Its Feature
  936
  
  
• 436.   Perhaps You'd Like To Buy A Flower
  134
  
  
• 437.   Unto Like Story—trouble Has Enticed Me
  295
  
  
• 438.   This—is The Land—the Sunset Washes
  266
  
  
• 439.   Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord,
  Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
  Then I am ready to go!Just a look at the horses --
  
• 440.   Love—is That Later Thing Than Death
  Loveâ??is that later Thing than Deathâ??
  More previousâ??than Lifeâ??Confirms it at its entranceâ??And
  
• 441.   A Thought Went Up My Mind To-day
  A thought went up my mind to-day
  That I have had before,But did not finish,--some way back,
  
• 442.   Flowers—well—if Anybody
  137
  
  
• 443.   The Manner Of Its Death
  468
  
  
• 444.   A Wife—at Daybreak I Shall Be
  461
  
  
• 445.   Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple
  228
  
  
• 446.   'tis One By One — The Father Counts
  545
  
  
• 447.   The Spirit Is The Conscious Ear
  733
  
  
• 448.   A Book
  There is no frigate like a book
  To take us lands away,Nor any coursers like a page
  
• 449.   Morning—is The Place For Dew
  197
  
  
• 450.   Those Fair—fictitious People
  499