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Poems by Emily Dickinson

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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I. LIFE.
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I. REAL RICHES.
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II. SUPERIORITY TO FATE.
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III. HOPE.
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IV. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. I.
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V. FORBIDDEN FRUIT. II.
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VI. A WORD.
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[VII. To venerate the simple days]
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VIII. LIFE'S TRADES.
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[IX. Drowning is not so pitiful]
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[X. How still the bells in steeples stand]
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[XI. If the foolish call them ‘flowers,’]
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XII. A SYLLABLE.
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XIII. PARTING.
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XIV. ASPIRATION.
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XV. THE INEVITABLE,
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XVI. A BOOK.
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[XVII. Who has not found the heaven below]
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XVIII. A PORTRAIT.
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XIX. I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.
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XX. SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
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[XXI. Few get enough,—enough is one]
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[XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch]
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XXIII. THE LOST THOUGHT.
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XXIV. RETICENCE.
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XXV. WITH FLOWERS.
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[XXVI. The farthest thunder that I heard]
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[XXVII. On the bleakness of my lot]
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XXVIII. CONTRAST.
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XXIX. FRIENDS.
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XXX. FIRE.
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XXXI. A MAN.
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XXXII. VENTURES.
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XXXIII. GRIEFS.
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[XXXIV. I have a king who does not speak]
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XXXV. DISENCHANTMENT.
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XXXVI. LOST FAITH.
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XXXVII. LOST JOY.
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[XXXVIII. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat]
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[XXXIX. Life and Death, and Giants]
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XL. ALPINE GLOW.
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XLI. REMEMBRANCE.
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[XLII. To hang our head ostensibly]
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XLIII. THE BRAIN.
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[XLIV. The bone that has no marrow]
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XLV. THE PAST.
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[XLVI. To help our bleaker parts]
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[XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures]
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XLVIII. DESIRE.
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XLIX. PHILOSOPHY.
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L. POWER.
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[LI. A modest lot, a fame petite]
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[LII. Is bliss, then, such abyss]
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LIII. EXPERIENCE.
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LIV. THANKSGIVING DAY.
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LV. CHILDISH GRIEFS.
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II. LOVE.
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III. NATURE.
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IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.

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FORBIDDEN FRUIT. II.

Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That ‘heaven’ is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind,—
There Paradise is found!
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