Poetry

Ventures By  Emily Dickinson Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.     For the one ship that struts the shore Many's the gallant, overwhelmed …

Summer's Armies By  Emily Dickinson Some rainbow coming from the fair! Some vision of the world Cashmere I confidently see! Or else a peacock'…

Autumn By  Emily Dickinson The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry's cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town…

Mine By  Emily Dickinson Mine by the right of the white election! Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison Bars cannot conceal!…

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 days whe…

Angels By  Emily Dickinson Angels in the early morning May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong? A…

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…

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

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…

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

Farewell By  Emily Dickinson Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,     Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses —      Rapid! That will do! Pu…

April By  Emily Dickinson An altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the la…

Love By  Emily Dickinson Love is anterior to life,     Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and     The exponent of breath. Poem Analysis: Emily …

Success By  Emily Dickinson Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all t…

Unwarned By  Emily Dickinson 'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou     No station in the day? 'T was not thy wont to hinder so, —      Retrie…

Sleeping By  Emily Dickinson A long, long sleep, a famous sleep     That makes no show for dawn By stretch of limb or stir of lid, —      An independ…