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Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Poemas
Emily Dickinson -Presentiment is that long shadow...-
Emily Dickinson -I'm nobody! Who are you?-
Emily Dickinson -It might be lonelier-
Emily Dickinson -Safe in their alabaster chambers-
Emily Dickinson -I felt a funeral in my brain-
Emily Dickinson -He was weak, and I was strong -then-
Emily Dickinson -Go not too near a House of Rose-
Emily Dickinson -As far from pity as complaint-
Emily Dickinson -Of all the souls that stand create-
Emily Dickinson -I took my power in my hand-
Emily Dickinson -Where ships of purple gently toss-
Emily Dickinson -I never saw a moor-
Emily Dickinson -The luxury to apprehend-
Emily Dickinson -My Life had stood -a Loaded Gun--
Emily Dickinson -I held a jewel in my fingers-
Emily Dickinson -I hide myself within my flower-
Emily Dickinson -Somehow myself survived the Night-
Emily Dickinson -Dreams are the subtle Dower-
Emily Dickinson -I started early, took my dog-
Emily Dickinson -I measure every grief I meet-
Emily Dickinson -Bee! I'm expecting you!-
Emily Dickinson -When I hoped I feared-
Emily Dickinson -Each life converges to some centre-
Emily Dickinson -How happy is the little stone-
Emily Dickinson -Perception of an object costs-
Emily Dickinson -Have you got a brook in your little heart...?-
Emily Dickinson -I meant to have but modest needs-
Emily Dickinson -Exultation is the Going-
Emily Dickinson -Lady of Athens, faithful be...-
Emily Dickinson -To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee-
Emily Dickinson -There is a solitude of space...-
Emily Dickinson -We never know we go when we are going...-
Emily Dickinson -Conjecturing a climate...-
Emily Dickinson -That it will never come again-
Emily Dickinson -Some say goodnight -at night-
Emily Dickinson -The grass so little has to do...-
Emily Dickinson -The rat is the concisest tenant...-
Emily Dickinson -Within my garden, rides a bird...-
Emily Dickinson -Fate slew him, but he did not drop...-
Emily Dickinson -He scanned it -staggered-...-
Emily Dickinson -Great streets of silence led away...-
Emily Dickinson -My life closed twice before its close-
Emily Dickinson -The birds begun at four o'clock...-
Emily Dickinson -The bustle in the house-
Emily Dickinson -Crumbling is not an instant's Act...-
Emily Dickinson -Must be a woe...-
Emily Dickinson -What if I say I shall not wait?-
Emily Dickinson -I taste a liquor never brewed...-
Emily Dickinson -What inn is this...?-
Emily Dickinson -Is Heaven a Physician?...-
Emily Dickinson -I'm ceded--I've stopped being theirs...-
Emily Dickinson -We outgrow love like other things-
Emily Dickinson -I many times thought peace had come...-
Emily Dickinson -Bring me the sunset in a cup...-
Emily Dickinson -Hope is the thing with feathers-
Emily Dickinson -Our share of night to bear...-
Emily Dickinson -Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell-
Emily Dickinson -I've nothing else -to bring, You know-
Emily Dickinson -It's all I have to bring today-
Emily Dickinson -Heart, we will forget him!-
Emily Dickinson -We like March-
Emily Dickinson -After a hundred years-
Emily Dickinson -I heard a fly buzz when I died...-
Emily Dickinson -There's a certain slant of light-
Emily Dickinson -New feet within my garden go-
Emily Dickinson -Summer for thee grant I may be…-
Emily Dickinson -I had no time to Hate-
Emily Dickinson -This is the Hour of Lead-
Emily Dickinson -Before he comes we weigh the Time!-
Emily Dickinson -Dreams-are well-but Waking's better-
Emily Dickinson -"Nature"is what we see-
Emily Dickinson -By the sea-
Emily Dickinson -The past is such a curious creature-
Emily Dickinson -Despair's advantage is achieved-
Emily Dickinson -Renunciation- is a piercing virtue-
Emily Dickinson -Because I could not stop for Death-
Emily Dickinson -The heart asks pleasure first-
Emily Dickinson -Like eyes that looked on wastes-
Emily Dickinson -Much madness is Divinest Sense-
Emily Dickinson -I never felt at home -Below-
Emily Dickinson -As if I asked a common alms-
Emily Dickinson -When I count the seeds-
Emily Dickinson -They dropped like flakes-
Emily Dickinson -Forever at his side to walk-
Emily Dickinson -I 've seen a dying eye-
Emily Dickinson -How many times these low feet staggered-
Emily Dickinson -No rack can torture me-
Emily Dickinson -Rehearsal to ourselves-
Emily Dickinson -Elysium is as far as...-
Emily Dickinson -The yellow-
Emily Dickinson -It was not death, for I stood up...-
Emily Dickinson -That I did always love-
Emily Dickinson -I died for beauty but was scarce-
Emily Dickinson -There is no frigate like a book-
Emily Dickinson -A slash of Blue...-
Emily Dickinson -If I should'nt be alive...-
Emily Dickinson -I -Years had been- from Home-...-
Emily Dickinson -Just lost, when I was saved!...-
Emily Dickinson -I shall know why - when Time is over-...-
Emily Dickinson -I hav' nt told my garden yet...-

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