Emily Dickinson Poems

Emily Dickinson Poems

151As Everywhere Of Silver
152As Far From Pity, As Complaint
153As from the earth the light Balloon
154As Frost Is Best Conceived
155As If I Asked A Common Alms
156As If Some Little Arctic Flower
157As If The Sea Should Part
158As Imperceptibly As Grief
159As old as Woe
160As One Does Sickness Over
161As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night
162As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer
163As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies
164As Watchers Hang Upon The East
165At Last, To Be Identified!
166At Least—to Pray—is Left—is Left
167Autumn&Mdash;Overlooked My Knitting
168Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine
169Away From Home Are Some And I—
170Baffled For Just A Day Or Two
171Banish Air From Air&Mdash;
172Be Mine The Doom&Mdash;
173Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is
174Because I Could Not Stop For Death
175Because The Bee May Blameless Hum
176Beclouded
177Bee! I'M Expecting You!
178Before He Comes We Weigh The Time!
179Before I Got My Eye Put Out
180Before The Ice Is In The Pools
181Before You Thought Of Spring,
182Behind Me Dips Eternity
183Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad
184Bereavement In Their Death To Feel
185Besides The Autumn Poets Sing
186Besides This May
187Best Gains—must Have The Losses' Test
188Best Things Dwell Out Of Sight
189Best Witchcraft is Geometry
190Better—than Music! For I—who Heard It
191Between My Country—and The Others
192Bird
193Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple
194Bless God, He Went As Soldiers
195Bloom Upon The Mountain—stated
196Bound&Mdash;A Trouble
197Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup
198But Little Carmine Hath Her Face
199By A Flower—by A Letter
200By Chivalries As Tiny

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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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