Emily Dickinson

At Home (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

At Home By Emily Dickinson The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. Th…

Aftermath By Emily Dickinson The murmuring of bees has ceased; But murmuring of some Posterior, prophetic, Has simultaneous come, — The low…

Evening By Emily Dickinson The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded wi…

A Book By Emily Dickinson He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust…

Bequest By Emily Dickinson You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me bo…

Parting By Emily Dickinson My life closed twice before its close; It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me, So huge, …

March By Emily Dickinson We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Kno…

To March By Emily Dickinson Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat — You must have walked — How out of bre…

The Battle-Field By Emily Dickinson They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June …

Love's Baptism By Emily Dickinson I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country ch…