The Great Poets – Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson: The Great Poets

A drop fell on the apple tree

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

A poor torn heart, a tattered heart

A something in a summer’s day

A still - Volcano - Life - A thought went up my mind to-day

A toad can die of light! - A word is dead

A wounded deer leaps highest - Adrift! A little boat adrift!

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

All the letters I can write - Alter? When the hills do

Ample make this bed - Apparently with no surprise

As imperceptibly as Grief - Beauty – be not caused – It Is

Because I could not stop for Death

Come slowly, Eden!

Dear March, come in!

Death is a dialogue between - Drab habitation of whom

Drowning is not so pitiful - Each that we lose takes part of us

Eden is that old fashioned House - Exultation is the going

Fame is a fickle food - Finite to fail but infinite to venture

Forbidden fruit a flavor has - Forever – is composed of Nows

Glee! The great storm is over

He ate and drank the precious words - He fumbles at your Soul

He touched me, so I live to know

Heart not so heavy as mine

Heart! We will forget him! - Heaven is what I cannot reach!

Heaven is what I cannot reach! - Hope is a subtle glutton

Hope is the thing with feathers - How happy is the little Stone

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset

I asked no other thing - I bring an unaccustomed wine

I can wade grief

I cannot live with you

I died for beauty, but was scarce

I dreaded that first Robin, so

I dwell in Possibility

I envy seas whereon he rides

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I gave myself to him

I had no cause to be awake

I had no time to hate, because I have never seen “Volcanoes”

I have no life but this - I heard a fly buzz when I died

I hide myself within my flower - I know a place where summer strives

I know some lonely houses off the road

I many times thought peace had come - I meant to find her when I came

I meant to have but modest needs

I never saw a moor

I should not dare to leave my friend

I stepped from plank to plank

I taste a liquor never brewed

I think the hemlock likes to stand

I took my power in my hand - I went to heaven

If I can stop one heart from breaking - If I may have it when it’s dead

If recollecting were forgetting - If you were coming in the fall

I’ll tell you how the Sun rose

I’m Nobody! Who are you? - Is Heaven a physician?

It might be easier - It sounded as if the streets were running

It tossed and tossed

It was not Death, for I stood up

It’s such a little thing to weep - Like Rain it sounded till it curved

Love is anterior to life - Luck is not chance

Mine by the right of the white election! - Mine enemy is growing old

Much madness is divinest sense - My life closed twice before its close

My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun

Nature rarer uses yellow - Not knowing when the dawn will come

Not with a Club, the Heart is broken - Of all the souls that stand create

On this wondrous sea

One blessing had I, than the rest

One need not be a chamber – to be Haunted

Pain has an element of blank - Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers - She died – this was the way she died

Some keep the Sabbath going to church - Success is counted sweetest

Surgeons must be very careful - Tell all the truth but tell it slant

That after Horror

That I did always love - That Love is all there is

The brain within its groove - The day came slow till five o’clock

The Dying need but little, Dear

The grass so little has to do

The grave my little cottage is - The heart asks pleasure first

The leaves, like women, interchange - The moon is distant from the sea

The one that could repeat the summer day - The pedigree of honey

The rat is the concisest tenant

The Soul has Bandaged moments

The soul should always stand ajar - The spider as an artist

The waters chased him as he fled

The way I read a letter’s this

The wind begun to rock the grass

There came a Wind like a Bugle - There is no frigate like a book

There’s a certain slant of light

There’s been a death in the opposite house

They might not need me – yet they might - They say that ‘time assuages’

This is my letter to the world

This World is not Conclusion

‘Tis little I could care for pearls

‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so - To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee

‘Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch

Unable are the Loved to die - We never know how high we are

We never know we go, – when are we going - What if I say I shall not wait?

What inn is this - Where Thou art – that

While I was fearing it, it came - Wild nights! Wild nights!

Will there really be a morning?

You left me, sweet, two legacies