Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

Complete Poems

14. One Sister have I in our house
187. How many times these low feet staggered
271. A solemn thing — it was — I said
273. He put the Belt around my life
303. The Soul selects her own Society
304. The Day came slow — till Five o’clock
314. Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling
315. He fumbles at your Soul
317. Just so — Jesus — raps
365. Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
400. A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!
401. What Soft — Cherubic Creatures
402. I pay — in Satin Cash
406. Some — Work for Immortality
407. If What we could — were what we would
418. Not in this World to see his face
434. To love thee Year by Year —
435. Much Madness is divinest Sense
438. Forget! The lady with the Amulet
441. This is my letter to the World
442. God made a little Gentian
443. I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl
444. It feels a shame to be Alive
445. ’Twas just this time, last year, I died
446. I showed her Heights she never saw
447. Could — I do more — for Thee
448. This was a Poet — It is That
449. I died for Beauty — but was scarce
452. The Malay — took the Pearl
454. It was given to me by the Gods
458. Like eyes that looked on Wastes
462. Why make it doubt — it hurts it so
463. I live with Him — I see His face
465. I heard a Fly buzz — when I died
466. ’Tis little I — could care for Pearls
479. She dealt her pretty words like Blades
483. A Solemn thing within the Soul
486. I was the slightest in the House
488. Myself was formed — a Carpenter
494. Going to Him! Happy letter!
505. I would not paint — a picture
543. I fear a Man of frugal Speech
544. The Martyr Poets — did not tell
599. There is a pain — so utter
601. A still — Volcano Life
603. He found my Being — set it up
605. The Spider holds a Silver Ball
675. Essential Oils — are wrung
613. They shut me up in Prose
617. Don’t put up my Thread and Needle
657. I dwell in Possibility
701. A Thought went up my mind today
704. No matter — now — Sweet
709. Publication — is the Auction
712. Because I could not stop for Death
713. Fame of Myself, to justify
732. She rose to His Requirement — dropt
754. My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun —
919. If I can stop one Heart from breaking
985. The Missing All — prevented Me
1039. I heard, as if I had no Ear
1045. Nature rarer uses Yellow
1048. Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
1053. It was a quiet way —
1072. Title divine — is mine!
1075. The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean
1079. The Sun went down — no Man looked on —
1081. Superiority to Fate
1084. At Half past Three, a single Bird
1099. My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease —
1126. Shall I take thee, the Poet said
1129. Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
1138. A Spider sewed at Night
1146. When Etna basks and purrs
1158. Best Witchcraft is Geometry
1212. A word is dead
1212. If my Bark sink
1247. To pile like Thunder to its close
1261. A Word dropped careless on a Page
1275. The Spider as an Artist
1545. The Bible is an antique Volume
1651. A Word made Flesh is seldom
1677. On my volcano grows the Grass
1737. Rearrange a "Wife’s" affection!