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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Who?

by EmilyDickinsonXVIXVIIIWho? Who? My friend must be a bird, Because it flies! Mortal my friend must be, Because it dies! Barbs has it, like a bee. Ah, curious friend, Thou…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Dreams

by EmilyDickinsonXVIIINumen LumenDreams Dreams Let me not mar that perfect dream By an auroral stain, But so adjust my daily night That it will come again.

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Longing

by EmilyDickinsonNumen LumenWeddedLonging Longing I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills That gaze upon his…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Wedded

by EmilyDickinsonLongingWedded Wedded A solemn thing it was, I said, A woman white to be, And wear, if God should count me fit, Her hallowed mystery. A timid thing to drop a life…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Rose

by EmilyDickinsonXXIIA Rose A Rose A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn, A flash of dew, a bee or two, A breeze A caper in the trees, — And I'm a rose!

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Cobwebs

by EmilyDickinsonXIIA WellCobwebs Cobwebs The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing merit Is freely certified By every broom and Bridget Throughout a…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Well

by EmilyDickinsonCobwebsXVA Well A Well What mystery pervades a well! The water lives so far, Like neighbor from another world Residing in a jar. The grass does not appear afraid;…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Woodpecker

by EmilyDickinsonXVIIA SnakeThe Woodpecker The Woodpecker His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree, — A worm his utmost goal.

Poems by Emily Dickinson: A Snake

by EmilyDickinsonThe WoodpeckerXXA Snake A Snake Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; 'T is then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Tulip

by EmilyDickinsonNature's ChangesIIIThe Tulip The Tulip She slept beneath a tree Remembered but by me. I touched her cradle mute; She recognized the foot, Put on her carmine suit, — And…