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Poems by Emily Dickinson

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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[This is my letter to the world]
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I. LIFE.
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II. LOVE.
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III. NATURE.
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IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.
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[I. One dignity delays for all]
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II. TOO LATE.
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III. ASTRA CASTRA.
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[IV. Safe in their alabaster chambers]
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[V. On this long storm the rainbow rose]
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VI. FROM THE CHRYSALIS.
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VII. SETTING SAIL.
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[VIII. Look back on time with kindly eyes]
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[IX. A train went through a burial gate]
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[X. I died for beauty, but was scarce]
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XI. “TROUBLED ABOUT MANY THINGS.”
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XII. REAL.
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XIII. THE FUNERAL.
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[XIV. I went to thank her]
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[XV. I've seen a dying eye]
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XVI. REFUGE.
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[XVII. I never saw a moor]
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XVIII. PLAYMATES.
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[XIX. To know just how he suffered would be dear]
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[XX. The last night that she lived]
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XXI. THE FIRST LESSON.
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[XXII. The bustle in a house]
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[XXIII. I reason, earth is short]
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[XXIV. Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?]
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XXV. DYING.
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[XXVI. Two swimmers wrestled on the spar]
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XXVII. THE CHARIOT.
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[XXVIII. She went as quiet as the dew]
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XXIX. RESURGAM.
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[XXX. Except to heaven, she is nought]
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[XXXI. Death is a dialogue between]
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[XXXII. It was too late for man]
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XXXIII. ALONG THE POTOMAC.
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[XXXIV. The daisy follows soft the sun]
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XXXV. EMANCIPATION.
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XXXVI. LOST.
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[XXXVII. If I should n't be alive]
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[XXXVIII. Sleep is supposed to be]
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[XXXIX. I shall know why, when time is over]
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[XL. I never lost as much but twice]

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[XXXI. Death is a dialogue between]

Death is a dialogue between
The spirit and the dust.
“Dissolve,” says Death. The Spirit, “Sir,
I have another trust.”
Death doubts it, argues from the ground.
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An overcoat of clay.
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