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Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Return

by EmilyDickinsonXXIXXIIIThe Return The Return Though I get home how late, how late! So I get home, 't will compensate. Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me, When,…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Shipwreck

by EmilyDickinsonToo MuchXXVIShipwreck Shipwreck It tossed and tossed, — A little brig I knew, — O'ertook by blast, It spun and spun, And groped delirious, for morn. It slipped and…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Enough

by EmilyDickinsonXXVIXXVIIIEnough Enough God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starve, — My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the feat…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Duel

by EmilyDickinsonXXXIIXXXIVThe Duel The Duel I took my power in my hand. And went against the world; 'T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold. I aimed my pebble, but…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Goal

by EmilyDickinsonXXXIVSightThe Goal The Goal Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be, Too fair…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Sight

by EmilyDickinsonThe GoalXXXVIISight Sight Before I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way. But were it told to me, to-day,…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Preacher

by EmilyDickinsonXXXVIIXXXIXThe Preacher The Preacher He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, — The broad are too broad to define; And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Deed

by EmilyDickinsonXLTime's LessonDeed Deed A deed knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well. It then goes out an act,…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Remorse

by EmilyDickinsonTime's LessonThe ShelterRemorse Remorse Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir, — A presence of departed acts At window and at door. It's past set down before the…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Shelter

by EmilyDickinsonRemorseXLVThe Shelter The Shelter The body grows outside, — The more convenient way, — That if the spirit like to hide, Its temple stands alway Ajar, secure, inviting;…