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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Autumn
by EmilyDickinsonIndian SummerBecloudedAutumn Autumn The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Beclouded
by EmilyDickinsonAutumnThe HemlockBeclouded Beclouded The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Why?
by EmilyDickinsonMay-FlowerIVWhy? Why? The murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me. If any ask me why, 'T were easier to die Than tell. The red upon the hill Taketh away my will; If…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Hemlock
by EmilyDickinsonBecloudedXXXIThe Hemlock The Hemlock I think the hemlock likes to stand Upon a marge of snow; It suits his own austerity, And satisfies an awe That men must slake in…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Grass
by EmilyDickinsonSummer's ArmiesXThe Grass The Grass The grass so little has to do, — A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain, And stir all day to…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Real
by EmilyDickinson"Troubled About Many Things"The FuneralReal Real I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes glaze once…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Funeral
by EmilyDickinsonRealXIVThe Funeral The Funeral That short, potential stir That each can make but once, That bustle so illustrious 'T is almost consequence, Is the eclat of death. Oh,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Refuge
by EmilyDickinsonXVXVIIRefuge Refuge The clouds their backs together laid, The north begun to push, The forests galloped till they fell, The lightning skipped like mice; The thunder…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Playmates
by EmilyDickinsonXVIIXIXPlaymates Playmates God permits industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one, — forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightway. God calls home the angels…Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Chariot
by EmilyDickinsonXXVIXXVIIIThe Chariot The Chariot Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he…Trending
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