Emily Dickinson Poems

Emily Dickinson Poems

1051They Say That 'Time Assuages,
1052They Shut Me Up In Prose
1053They Won'T Frown Always—some Sweet Day
1054This Bauble Was Preferred Of Bees
1055This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life
1056This Consciousness That Is Aware
1057This Dust, And Its Feature
1058This Heart That Broke So Long
1059This Is A Blossom Of The Brain
1060This Is My Letter To The World,
1061This Is The Land The Sunset Washes,
1062This Merit Hath The Worst
1063This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies
1064This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago
1065This Was A Poet&Mdash;It Is That
1066This Was In The White Of The Year
1067This World Is Not Conclusion
1068This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes
1069Tho' I Get Home How Late—how Late
1070Tho' My Destiny Be Fustian
1071Those Fair—fictitious People
1072Those Who Have Been In The Grave The Longest
1073Three Times—we Parted—breath—and I
1074Through Lane It Lay—through Bramble
1075Through The Dark Sod—as Education
1076Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering
1077Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord,
1078Till Death—is Narrow Loving
1079Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
1080To Be Alive—is Power
1081To Die
1082To Die—takes Just A Little While
1083To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave
1084To Fill A Gap
1085To Flee From Memory
1086To Hang Our Head&Mdash;Ostensibly
1087To Hear An Oriole Sing
1088To Interrupt His Yellow Plan
1089To Know Just How He Suffered&Mdash;Would Be Dear
1090To Learn The Transport By The Pain
1091To Lose One's Faith&Mdash;Surpass
1092To Lose Thee
1093To Love Thee Year By Year
1094To Make A Prairie (1755)
1095To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death
1096To Mend Each Tattered Faith
1097To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred;
1098To My Small Hearth His Fire Came
1099To Offer Brave Assistance
1100To One Denied The Drink

Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

I Was The Slightest In The House
486

I was the slightest in the House—
I took the smallest Room—
At night, my little Lamp, and Book—
And one Geranium—

So stationed I could catch the Mint
That never ceased to fall—
And just my Basket—
Let me think—I'm sure—
That this was . . .
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The First Day That I Was A Life
902

The first Day that I was a Life
I recollect it—How still—
That last Day that I was a Life
I recollect it—as well—

'Twas stiller—though the first
Was still—
"Twas empty—but the first
Was full—

This—was my finallest . . .
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