University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Poems by Emily Dickinson

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

collapse section 
[section]
collapse section1. 
I. LIFE.
 1. 
I. REAL RICHES.
 2. 
II. SUPERIORITY TO FATE.
 3. 
III. HOPE.
 4. 
IV. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. I.
 5. 
V. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. II.
 6. 
VI. A WORD.
 7. 
[VII. To venerate the simple days]
 8. 
VIII. LIFE'S TRADES.
 9. 
[IX. Drowning is not so pitiful]
 10. 
[X. How still the bells in steeples stand]
 11. 
[XI. If the foolish call them ‘flowers,’]
 12. 
XII. A SYLLABLE.
 13. 
XIII. PARTING.
 14. 
XIV. ASPIRATION.
 15. 
XV. THE INEVITABLE,
 16. 
XVI. A BOOK.
 17. 
[XVII. Who has not found the heaven below]
 18. 
XVIII. A PORTRAIT.
 19. 
XIX. I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.
 20. 
XX. SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
 21. 
[XXI. Few get enough,—enough is one]
 22. 
[XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch]
 23. 
XXIII. THE LOST THOUGHT.
 24. 
XXIV. RETICENCE.
 25. 
XXV. WITH FLOWERS.
 26. 
[XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard]
 27. 
[XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot]
 28. 
XXVIII. CONTRAST.
 29. 
XXIX. FRIENDS.
 30. 
XXX. FIRE.
 31. 
XXXI. A MAN.
 32. 
XXXII. VENTURES.
 33. 
XXXIII. GRIEFS.
 34. 
[XXXIV. I have a king who does not speak]
 35. 
XXXV. DISENCHANTMENT.
 36. 
XXXVI. LOST FAITH.
 37. 
XXXVII. LOST JOY.
 38. 
[XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat]
 39. 
[XXXIX. Life and Death, and Giants]
 40. 
XL. ALPINE GLOW.
 41. 
XLI. REMEMBRANCE.
 42. 
[XLII. To hang our head ostensibly]
 43. 
XLIII. THE BRAIN.
 44. 
[XLIV. The bone that has no marrow]
 45. 
XLV. THE PAST.
 46. 
[XLVI. To help our bleaker parts]
 47. 
[XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures]
 48. 
XLVIII. DESIRE.
 49. 
XLIX. PHILOSOPHY.
 50. 
L. POWER.
 51. 
[LI. A modest lot, a fame petite]
 52. 
[LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss]
 53. 
LIII. EXPERIENCE.
 54. 
LIV. THANKSGIVING DAY.
 55. 
LV. CHILDISH GRIEFS.
expand section2. 
II. LOVE.
expand section3. 
III. NATURE.
expand section4. 
IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section Poems by Emily Dickinson
next section
68

LIII.
EXPERIENCE.

I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,—
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
previous section Poems by Emily Dickinson
next section