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Poems by Emily Dickinson

Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

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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]
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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]
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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.
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II. LOVE.
 1. 
I. CONSECRATION.
 2. 
II. LOVE'S HUMILITY.
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III. LOVE.
 4. 
IV. SATISFIED.
 5. 
V. WITH A FLOWER.
 6. 
VI. SONG.
 7. 
VII. LOYALTY.
 8. 
[VIII. To lose thee, sweeter than to gain]
 9. 
[IX. Poor little heart]
 10. 
X. FORGOTTEN.
 11. 
[XI. I've got an arrow here]
 12. 
XII. THE MASTER.
 13. 
[XIII. Heart, we will forget him]
 14. 
[XIV. Father, I bring thee not myself]
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[XV. We outgrow love like other things]
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[XVI. Not with a club the heart is broken]
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XVII. WHO?
 18. 
[XVIII. He touched me, so I live to know]
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XIX. DREAMS.
 20. 
XX. NUMEN LUMEN.
 21. 
XXI. LONGING.
 22. 
XXII. WEDDED.
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III. NATURE.
 1. 
I. NATURE'S CHANGES.
 2. 
II. THE TULIP.
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[III. A light exists in spring]
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IV. THE WAKING YEAR.
 5. 
V. TO MARCH.
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VI. MARCH.
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VII. DAWN.
 8. 
[VIII. A murmur in the trees to note]
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[IX. Morning is the place for dew]
 10. 
[X. To my quick ear the leaves conferred]
 11. 
XI. A ROSE.
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[XII. High from the earth I heard a bird]
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XIII. COBWEBS.
 14. 
XIV. A WELL.
 15. 
[XV. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee]
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XVI. THE WIND.
 17. 
[XVII. A dew sufficed itself]
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XVIII. THE WOODPECKER.
 19. 
XIX. A SNAKE.
 20. 
[XX. Could I but ride indefinite]
 21. 
XXI. THE MOON.
 22. 
XXII. THE BAT.
 23. 
XXIII. THE BALLOON.
 24. 
XXIV. EVENING.
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XXV. COCOON.
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XXVI. SUNSET.
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XXVII. AURORA.
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XXVIII. THE COMING OF NIGHT.
 29. 
XXIX. AFTERMATH.
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IV. TIME AND ETERNITY.
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[I. This world is not conclusion]
 2. 
[II. We learn in the retreating]
 3. 
[III. They say that time assuages]
 4. 
[IV. We cover thee, sweet face]
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V. ENDING.
 6. 
[VI. The stimulus, beyond the grave]
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[VII. Given in marriage unto the]
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[VIII. That such have died enables us]
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[IX. They won't frown always,—some sweet day]
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X. IMMORTALITY.
 11. 
[XI. The distance that the dead have gone]
 12. 
[XII. How dare the robins sing]
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XIII. DEATH.
 14. 
XIV. UNWARNED.
 15. 
[XV. Each that we lose takes part of us]
 16. 
[XVI. Not any higher stands the grave]
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XVII. ASLEEP.
 18. 
XVIII. THE SPIRIT.
 19. 
XIX. THE MONUMENT.
 20. 
[XX. Bless God, he went as soldiers]
 21. 
[XXI. Immortal is an ample word]
 22. 
[XXII. Where every bird is bold to go]
 23. 
[XXIII. The grave my little cottage is]
 24. 
[XXIV. This was in the white of the year]
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[XXV. Sweet hours have perished here]
 26. 
[XXVI. Me! Come! My dazzled face]
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XXVII. INVISIBLE.
 28. 
[XXVIII. Me! Come! My dazzled face]
 29. 
XXIX. TRYING TO FORGET.
 30. 
[XXX. I felt a funeral in my brain]
 31. 
[XXXI. I meant to find her when I came]
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XXXII. WAITING.
 33. 
[XXXIII. A sickness of this world it most occasions]
 34. 
[XXXIV. Superfluous were the sun]
 35. 
[XXXV. So proud she was to die]
 36. 
XXXVI. FAREWELL.
 37. 
[XXXVII. The dying need but little, dear]
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XXXVIII. DEAD.
 39. 
[XXXIX. The soul should always stand ajar]
 40. 
[XL. Three weeks passed since I had seen her]
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[XLI. I breathed enough to learn the trick]
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[XLII. I wonder if the sepulchre]
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XLIII. JOY IN DEATH.
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[XLIV. If I may have it when it's dead]
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[XLV. Before the ice is in the pools]
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XLVI. DYING.
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[XLVII. Adrift! A little boat adrift]
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[XLVIII. There's been a death in the opposite house]
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[XLIX. We never know we go,—when we are going]
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L. THE SOUL'S STORM.
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[LI. Water is taught by thirst]
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LII. THIRST.
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[LIII. A clock stopped—not the mantel's]
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LIV. CHARLOTTE BRONTË'S GRAVE.
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[LV. A toad can die of light]
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[LVI. Far from love the Heavenly Father]
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LVII. SLEEPING.
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LVIII. RETROSPECT.
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LIX. ETERNITY.

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[XXX. I felt a funeral in my brain]

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.
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