Poems by Emily Dickinson

Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs ...

Doubt me, my dim companion!
Why, God would be content
With but a fraction of the love
Poured...

Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doo...

I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it, --
I 'm used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks...

There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of ...

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told, ...

To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cava...

To know just how he suffered would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he cou...

Delayed till she had ceased to know,
Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay.
A...

A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, ...

As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Unt...

Who never lost, are unprepared
A coronet to find;
Who never thirsted, flagons
And cooling t...

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the soldered mouth can tell;
Try! Can you stir ...

'T WAS later when the summer went
Than when the cricket came,
And yet we knew that gentle cloc...

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
...