Poetry
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Indian Summer by Emily Dickinson
These are the days when birds come back,A very few, a bird or two,To take a backward look.These are the…
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I’ve Known a Heaven like a Tent by Emily Dickinson
I’ve known a Heaven like a tentTo wrap its shining yards,Pluck up its stakes and disappearWithout the sound of boardsOr…
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I Went to Heaven by Emily Dickinson
I went to heaven, –‘Twas a small town,Lit with a ruby,Lathed with down.Stiller than the fieldsAt the full dew,Beautiful as…
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Much Madness is divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson
Much madness is divinest senseTo a discerning eyeMuch sense the starkest madness.‘T is the majorityIn this, as all, prevails.Assent, and…
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My Life Closed Twice Before it Closed by Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close;It yet remains to seeIf Immortality unveilA third event to me, So huge, so…
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My Life had stood – A Loaded Gun by Emily Dickinson
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –In Corners – till a DayThe Owner passed – identified –And carried…
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She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms by Emily Dickinson
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,And leaves the shreds behind;Oh, housewife in the evening west,Come back, and dust the pond! You…
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Snake by Emily Dickinson
A narrow fellow in the grassOccasionally rides;You may have met him, -did you not?His notice sudden is. The grass divides…
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Success is Counted Sweetest by Emily Dickinson
Success is Counted Sweetest is one of less than a dozen poems published during her lifetime, this one anonymously in…
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Summer Shower by Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree,Another on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.…
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