Emily Dickinson

A Spider sewed at Night Without a Light Upon an Arc of White. -Emily Dickinson, A Spider Sewed at Night

A Bee his burnished Carriage
A Bird came down the Walk
A Burdock - clawed my Gown
A Cap of Lead across the Sky
A Charm invests a face
A Chilly Peace Infests The Grass
A Clock Stopped
A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
A Coffin - is s Small Domain
A Counterfeit - A Plated Person -
A Curious Cloud Surprised The Sky
A Darting Fear - A Pomp - A Tear
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some
A Deed Knocks First At Thought
A Dew Sufficed Itself
A Diamond On The Hand
A Dimple In The Tomb
A Door Just Opened On A Street -
A Doubt If It Be Us
A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree -
A Drunkard Cannot Meet A Cork
A Dying Tiger - Moaned For Drink -
A Face Devoid Of Love Or Grace
A Faded Boy - In Sallow Clothes
A Feather From The Whippoorwill
A Field Of Stubble, Lying Sere
A First Mute Coming -
A Flower Will Not Trouble Her, It Has So Small A Foot
A Full Fed Rose On Meals Of Tint
A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet,
A Great Hope Fell
A Happy Lip - Breaks Sudden
A House Upon The Height
A Lady Red - Amid The Hill
A Lane Of Yellow Led The Eye
A Letter is a joy of Earth
A Light Exists In Spring
A Little bread - a crust - a crumb-
A little Dog that wags his tail
A little East of Jordan
A little Madness in the Spring
A Little Overflowing Word
A little Road - not made of Man -
A little Snow was here and there
A long - long Sleep - A famous - Sleep -
A loss of something ever felt I
A Man may make a Remark -
A Mien to move a Queen
A Mine there is no Man would own
A Moth the hue of this
A Murmur in the Trees - to note
A Narrow Fellow in the Grass
A nearness to Tremendousness -
A Night - there lay the Days between
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
A Pit - but Heaven over it -
A Planted Life - diversified
A poor - torn heart - a tattered heart
A precious - mouldering pleasure - 'tis
A Prison gets to be a friend
A prompt - executive Bird is the Jay -
A Rat surrendered here
A Route of Evanescence
A Saucer holds a Cup
A Science - so the Savants say
A Secret told
A Sepal, Petal, and a Thorn
A Shade upon the mind there passes
A shady friend - for Torrid days
A Sickness of this World it most occasions
A Single Clover Plank
A Single Screw of Flesh
A Slash of Blue
A Sloop of Amber Slips Away
A Soft Sea washed around the House
A Solemn thing within the Soul
A Solemn thing - it was - I Said
A Something in a Summer's Day
A South Wind - has a Pathos
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig
A Spider Sewed at Night
A Stagnant Pleasure like a Pool
A Still - Volcano - Life -
A Thought went up my mind today -
A Throe upon the Features
A Toad, can die of Light -
A Tongue - to tell Him I am true!
A Tooth upon Our Peace
A Train went through a Burial Gate
A Transport one cannot contain
A Visitor in Marl
A Weight with Needles on the pounds
A Wife - at daybreak I shall be
A Wild Blue Sky abreast of Winds
A Wind that rose
A Winged spark doth soar about -
A Word dropped careless on a Page
A Word made Flesh is seldom
A Word is Dead
A World made penniless by that departure
A Wounded Deer - leaps highest
Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier
Abraham to kill him -
Absence disembodies - so does Death
Absent Place - an April Day -
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Advance is Life's condition
Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
After a hundred years
After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside -
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
After the Sun comes out
Again - his voice is at the door -
Ah, Moon - and Star!
Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
Ah, Teneriffe!
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor,
All I may, if small
All but Death, can be Adjusted -
All Circumstances are the Frame
All forgot for recollecting
All men for Honor hardest work
All overgrown by cunning moss,
All that I do
All the letters I can write
All these my banners be
All things swept sole away
Alone, I cannot be
Alone and in a Circumstance
Alter! When the Hills do -
Although I put away his life
Always Mine!
Ambition cannot find him.
Ample make this Bed -
An Antiquated Tree
An Hour is a Sea
An altered look about the hills
An antiquated Grace
An honest Tear
An ignorance a Sunset
And this of all my Hopes
"And with what body do they come?" --
Angels, in the early morning
Answer July
Apology for Her
Apparently with no surprise
Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Arrows enamored of his Heart -
Art thou the thing I wanted?
Artists wrestled here!
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
As Everywhere of Silver
As Frost is best conceived
As One does Sickness over
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
As Summer into Autumn slips
As Watchers hang upon the East,
As by the dead we love to sit,
As far from pity, as complaint
As from the earth the light Balloon
As if I asked a common Alms
As if some little Arctic flower
As if the Sea should part
As imperceptibly as Grief
As old as Woe -
As plan for Noon and plan for Night
As subtle as tomorrow
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
As we pass Houses musing slow
As willing lid o'er weary eye
Ashes denote that Fire was -
At Half past Three, a single Bird
At last, to be identified!
At least - to pray - is left - is left -
At leisure is the Soul
Aurora is the effort
Autumn - overlooked my Knitting -
Awake ye muses nine
Away from Home are some and I -
Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee
Baffled for just a day or two
Banish Air from Air -
Be Mine the Doom -
Beauty - be not caused - It Is -
Beauty crowds me till I die
Because He loves Her
Because I could not stop for Death
Because my Brook is fluent
Because that you are going
Because the Bee may blameless hum
Because 'twas Riches I could own,
Bee! I'm expecting you!
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -
Before He comes we weigh the Time!
Before I got my eye put out
Before the ice is in the pools
Before you thought of Spring
Behind Me - dips Eternity -
Behold this little Bane -
Belshazzar had a Letter -
Bereaved of all, I went abroad -
Bereavement in their death to feel
Besides the Autumn poets sing
Besides this May
Best Gains - must have the Losses' Test -
Best Things dwell out of Sight
Best Witchcraft is Geometry
Betrothed to Righteousness might be
Better - than Music! For I - who heard it -
Between My Country - and the Others -
Between the form of Life and Life
Bind me - I still can sing -
Birthday of but a single pang
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
Bless God, he went as soldiers
Bliss is the plaything of the child -
Bloom - is Result - to meet a Flower
Bloom upon the Mountain - stated -
Blossoms will run away
Bound - a trouble
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Brother of Ingots - Ah Peru -
But little Carmine hath her face -
By Chivalries as tiny,
By a departing light
By a flower - By a letter
By homely gift and hindered Words
By my Window have I for Scenery
By such and such an offering
Candor - my tepid friend -
Circumference thou Bride of Awe
Civilization - spurns - the Leopard!
Climbing to reach the costly Hearts
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Color - Caste - Denomination -
Come show thy Durham Breast
Come slowly - Eden!
Conferring with myself
Confirming All who analyze
Conjecturing a Climate
Conscious am I in my Chamber
Consulting summer's clock,
Contained in this short Life
Cosmopolities without a plea
Could - I do more - for Thee
Could Hope inspect her Basis
Could I - then - shut the door
Could I but ride indefinite
Could live -- did live
Could mortal lip divine
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
Count not that far that can be had,
Crisis is a Hair
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Dear March - Come in -
Death is a Dialogue between
Death is like the insect
Death is potential to that Man
Death is the supple Suitor
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind
Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
Death sets a Thing significant
Death warrants are supposed to be
Declaiming Waters none may dread -
Defrauded I a Butterfly -
Delayed till she had ceased to know
Delight - becomes pictorial -
Delight is as the flight
Delight's Despair at setting
Denial - is the only fact
Departed - to the Judgment -
Deprived of other Banquet
Despair's advantage is achieved
Dew - is the Freshet in the Grass -
Did Our Best Moment last
Did We abolish Frost
Did life's penurious length
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
Did we disobey Him?
Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -
Distance - is not the Realm of Fox
Distrustful of the Gentian
Do People moulder equally
Dominion lasts until obtained -
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -
Doom is the House without the Door
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Down Time's quaint stream
Drab Habitation of Whom?
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
Dreams - are well - but Waking's better
Dreams are the subtle Dower
Dropped into the Ether Acre -
Drowning is not so pitiful
Dust is the only Secret
Dying! Dying in the night!
Dying! To be afraid of thee
Dying at my music!
Each Life Converges to some Centre -
Each Scar I'll keep for Him
Each Second is the last
Each that we lose takes part of us
Eden is that old-fashioned House
Elijah's Wagon knew no thill
Elizabeth told Essex
Elysium is as far as to
Embarrassment of one another
Empty my Heart, of Thee -
Endanger it, and the Demand
Ended, ere it begun -
Endow the Living -- with the Tears -
Escape is such a thankful Word
Escaping backward to perceive
Essential Oils - are wrung -
Estranged from Beauty - none can be -
Except the Heaven had come so near
Except the smaller size
Except to Heaven, she is nought
Exhilaration - is within
Exhilaration is the Breeze
Expanse cannot be lost -
Expectation - is Contentment -
Experience is the Angled Road
Experiment escorts us last -
Experiment to me
Extol thee - could I? Then I will
Exultation is the going
Facts by our side are never sudden
Fairer through Fading - as the Day
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge
"Faith" is a fine invention
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
Fame is a bee
Fame is a fickle food
Fame is the one that does not stay -
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
Fame of Myself, to justify
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die
Far from Love the Heavenly Father
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -
Few, yet enough,
Finding is the first Act
Finite - to fail, but infinite to Venture -
Fitter to see Him, I may be
Floss won't save you from an Abyss
Flowers - Well - if anybody
Follow wise Orion
For Death - or rather
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has
For each ecstatic instant
Forever - it composed of Nows -
Forever at His side to walk
Forever honored by the Tree
For every Bird a Nest
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
For this -- accepted Breath
Fortitude incarnate
Four Trees - upon a solitary Acre -
Frequently the wood are pink
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -
From Blank to Blank -
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
From Us She wandered now a Year
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls
From his slim Palace in the Dust
Funny - to be a Century
Further in Summer than the Birds
Garland for Queens, may be
Gathered into the Earth
Give little Anguish
Given in Marriage unto Thee
Glass was the Street - in tinsel Peril
Glee - The great storm is over -
Glory is that bright tragic thing
Glowing is her Bonnet,
"Go tell it" -- What a Message --
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -
God is a distant -- stately Lover
God is indeed a jealous God -
God made a little Gentian
God made no act without a cause
God permits industrious Angels
Going to Heaven!
Going to Him! Happy letter!
Go not too near a House of Rose -
Good Morning - Midnight
Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
Good night, because we must,
Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
Go thy great way!
Gratitude - is not the mention
Great Caesar! Condescend
Great Streets of silence led away
Grief is a Mouse -
Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature -
Guest am I to have
Had I known that the first was the last
Had I not This, or This, I said,
Had I not seen the Sun
Had I presumed to hope -
Had this one Day not been
Had we known the Ton she bore
Had we our senses
Have any like Myself
Have you got a Brook in your little heart,
Heart! We will forget him!
Heart, not so heavy as mine
He ate and drank the precious Words -
Heaven is so far of the Mind
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me --
"Heavenly Father" -- take to thee
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
"Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me
He forgot - and I - remembered
He fought like those Who've nought to lose -
He found my Being - set it up -
He fumbles at your Soul
He gave away his Life -
He is alive, this morning -
He lived the Life of Ambush
He outstripped Time with but a Bout,
He parts Himself - like Leaves -
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow -
He put the Belt around my life
Her - "last Poems"
Her Grace is all she has
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
Her breast is fit for pearls,
Herein a Blossom lies -
Here, where the Daisies fit my Head
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Her final Summer was it -
Her little Parasol to lift
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -
Her sovereign People
Her spirit rose to such a height
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
He scanned it - staggered -
He strained my faith
He told a homely tale
He touched me, so I live to know
He was my host - he was my guest,
He was weak, and I was strong - then
He went by sleep that drowsy route
He who in Himself believes -
High from the earth I heard a bird,
His Bill an Auger is
His Bill is clasped - his Eye forsook -
His Cheek is his Biographer -
His Feet are shod with Gauze -
His Heart was darker than the starless night
His Mansion in the Pool
His Mind like Fabrics of the East
His little Hearse like Figure
His mind of man, a secret makes
His oriental heresies
His voice decrepit was with Joy -
Hope is a strange invention -
Hope is a subtle Glutton -
How Human Nature dotes
How News must feel when travelling
How brittle are the Piers
How dare the robins sing,
How destitute is he
How far is it to Heaven?
How firm Eternity must look
How fits his Umber Coat
How fleet - how indiscreet an one -
How fortunate the Grave -
How good his Lava Bed,
How happy I was if I could forget
How happy is the little Stone
How know it from a Summer's Day?
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -
How many Flowers fail in Wood
How many schemes may die
How many times these low feet staggered
How much of Source escapes with thee -
How much the present moment means
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand,
How ruthless are the gentle -
How sick - to wait - in any place - but thine
How slow the Wind -
How soft a Caterpillar steps -
How soft this Prison is
How still the Bells in Steeples stand
How the Waters closed above Him
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How well I knew Her not
I am afraid to own a Body -
I am alive - I guess
I am ashamed - I hide
I asked no other thing -
I bet with every Wind that blew
I breathed enough to take the Trick
I bring an unaccustomed wine
I Came to buy a smile - today
I cannot be ashamed
I cannot buy it - 'tis not sold -
I cannot dance upon my Toes
I cannot live with You -
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved -
I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there
I cannot want it more-
I can't tell you - but you feel it
I can wade Grief
I cautious, scanned my little life
I could bring You Jewels - had I a mind to -
I could die - to know -
I could not drink it, Sweet,
I could not prove the Years had feet -
I cried at Pity - not at Pain -
I cross till I am weary
I did not reach Thee
I died for Beauty - but was scarce
I dwell in Possibility -
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
I fear a Man of frugal Speech -
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
I felt my life with both my hands
I fit for them -
I found the words to every thought
I gained it so
I gave myself to Him -
I got so I could take his name
I groped for him before I knew
I had a daily Bliss
I had a guinea golden
I had been hungry, all the Years -
I had no Cause to be awake -
I had no time to Hate
I had not minded - Walls
I had some things that I called mine
I had the Glory - that will do
I have a Bird in spring
I have a King, who does not speak
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
I have no Life but this -
I haven't told my garden yet
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died
I heard, as if I had no Ear
I held a Jewel in my fingers
I hide myself within my flower
I keep my pledge
I knew that I had gained
I know Suspense - it steps so terse
I know a place where Summer strives
I know lives, I could miss
I know of people in the Grave
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
I know that He exists.
I know where Wells grow
I learned - at least - what Home could be -
I like a look of Agony,
I like to see it lap the Miles -
I lived on Dread -
I live with Him - I see His face
I lost a World - the other day!
I made slow Riches but my Gain
I make His Crescent fill or lack -
I many times thought Peace had come
I meant to find Her when I came -
I meant to have but modest needs
I measure every Grief I meet
I met a King this afternoon!
I never felt at Home - Below
I never hear that one is dead
I never hear the word "escape"
I never lost as much but twice
I never saw a Moor -
I never told the buried gold
I noticed People disappeared
I often passed the village
I pay - in Satin Cash
I play at Riches - to appease
I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
I read my sentence - steadily
I reason, Earth is short
I reckon - when I count it all -
I robbed the Woods
I rose - because He sank -
I saw no Way - The Heavens were stitched
I saw that the Flake was on it
I saw the wind within her
I see thee better - in the Dark -
I see thee clearer for the Grave
I send Two Sunsets
I send you a decrepit flower
I shall keep singing!
I shall know why - when Time is over
I shall not murmur if at last
I should have been too glad, I see
I should not dare to be so sad
I should not dare to leave my friend,
I showed her Heights she never saw
I sing to use the Waiting
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick -
I started Early - Took my Dog -
I stepped from Plank to Plank
I stole them from a Bee
I sued the News - yet feared - the News
I suppose the time will come
I taste a liquor never brewed
I tend my flowers for thee
I think I was enchanted
I think just how my shape will rise
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -
I think the Hemlock likes to stand
I think the longest Hour of all
I think to Live - may be a Bliss
I thought that nature was enough
I thought the Train would never come -
I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl
I took my power in my hand
I took one Draught of Life -
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
I was a Phoebe - nothing more -
I was the slightest in the House
I watched the Moon around the House
I watcher her face to see which way
"I want" - it pleaded - All its life -
I went to Heaven
I went to thank Her
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat
I would distil a cup
I would not paint - a picture
I Years had been from Home
I'd rather recollect a setting
I'll clutch - and clutch
I'll send the feather from my Hat!
I'll tell you how the Sun rose
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
I'm ceded - I've stopped being Theirs -
I'm saying every day
I'm sorry for the Dead - Today -
I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!
I'm "wife" - I've finished that
I've dropped my Brain - My Soul is numb -
I've got an arrow here.
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
I've none to tell me to but Thee
I've nothing else - to bring, You know
I've seen a Dying Eye
Ideals are the Fairly Oil
If Blame be my side - forfeit Me -
If He dissolve - then
If He were living - dare I ask -
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
If I could bribe them by a Rose
If I could tell how glad I was
If I may have it, when it's dead,
If I'm lost -
If I should cease to bring a Rose
If I should die,
If I shouldn't be alive
If Nature smiles - the Mother must
If What we could - were what we would
If all the griefs I am to have
If anybody's friend be dead
If any sink, assure that this, now standing
If ever the lid gets off my head
If it had no pencil
If my Bark sink
If pain for peace prepares
If recollecting were forgetting,
If she had been the Mistletoe
If the foolish, call them "flowers"
If this is "fading"
If those I loved were lost
If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought
If your Nerve, deny you
If you were coming in the Fall,
Image of Light, Adieu -
Immortal is an ample word
Immured in Heaven!
Impossibility, like Wine
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
In falling Timbers buried -
In lands I never saw - they say
In many and reportless places
In rags mysterious as these
In snow thou comest -
In this short Life
In thy long Paradise of Light
In Winter in my Room
Inconceivably solemn!
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
Is Heaven a Physician?
Is Immortality a bane
Is it dead - Find it
Is it too late to touch you, Dear?
Is it true, dear Sue?
It always felt to me -- a wrong
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon --
It came at last but prompter Death
It came his turn to beg --
It can't be "Summer"!
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
It did not surprise me
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did
It dropped so low -- in my Regard --
It feels a shame to be Alive
It is a lonesome Glee --
It is an honorable Thought
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
It knew no Medicine --
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation --
It makes no difference abroad --
It might be lonelier
It rises -- passes -- on our South
Its Hour with itself
It's all I have to bring today
It's coming -- the postponeless Creature
It's easy to invent a Life --
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
It's like the Light
Its little Ether Hood
It sounded as if the Streets were running
It's such a little thing to weep
t's thoughts -- and just One Heart
It stole along so stealthy
It struck me -- every Day
It tossed -- and tossed --
It troubled me as once I was --
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
It was a quiet seeming Day --
It was a quiet way --
It was given to me by the Gods
It was not Death, for I stood up,
It was not Saint -- it was too large --
It was too late for Man --
It will be Summer -- eventually.
It would have starved a Gnat --
It would never be Common -- more -- I said
It would not know if it were spurned,
Jesus! thy Crucifix
Joy to have merited the Pain --
Judgment is justest
Just as He spoke it from his Hands
Just lost, when I was saved!
Just Once! Oh least Request!
Just so -- Jesus -- raps
Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you
Knock with tremor --
Knows how to forget!
Lad of Athens, faithful be
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us
Lay this Laurel on the One
"Lethe" in my flower,
Least Bee that brew --
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea
Left in immortal Youth
Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
Lest this be Heaven indeed
Let Us play Yesterday --
Let down the Bars, Oh Death --
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,
Let my first Knowing be of thee
Life -- is what we make of it --
Life, and Death, and Giants --
Lift it -- with the Feathers
Light is sufficient to itself --
Lightly stepped a yellow star
Like Brooms of Steel
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
Like Time's insidious wrinkle
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
Like eyes that looked on Wastes
Like her the Saints retire,
Lives he in any other world
Long Years apart -- can make no
Longing is like the Seed
Look back on Time, with kindly eyes --
Love -- is anterior to Life --
Love -- is that later Thing than Death --
Love -- thou art high
Love can do all but raise the Dead
Love is done when Love's begun,
Love reckons by itself -- alone --
Love's stricken "why"
Low at my problem bending,
Luck is not chance --
Make me a picture of the sun
Mama never forgets her birds,
Many a phrase has the English language
Many cross the Rhine
March is the Month of Expectation.
Me -- come! My dazzled face
Me, change! Me, alter!
Meeting by Accident,
Me from Myself -- to banish --
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
Mine -- by the Right of the White Election!
Mine Enemy is growing old --
More Life -- went out -- when He went
More than the Grave is closed to me --
Morning -- is the place for Dew
Morning is due to all --
Morning that comes but once,
Morns like these -- we parted
Most she touched me by her muteness --
Much Madness is divinest Sense
Musicians wrestle everywhere
Must be a Woe --
Mute thy Coronation
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease --
My Eye is fuller than my vase
My Faith is larger than the Hills --
My Garden -- like the Beach
My God -- He sees thee --
My Heart ran so to thee
My Heart upon a little Plate
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
My Maker -- let me be
My Portion is Defeat -- today --
My Reward for Being, was This.
My River runs to thee
My Season's furthest Flower --
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed --
My Triumph lasted till the Drums
My Wars are laid away in Books --
My Worthiness is all my Doubt --
My best Acquaintances are those
My country need not change her gown,
My first well Day -- since many ill --
My friend attacks my friend!
My friend must be a Bird
My life closed twice before its close --
My nosegays are for Captives
My period had come for Prayer --
Myself can read the Telegrams
Myself was formed -- a Carpenter
My wheel is in the dark!
Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Nature affects to be sedate
Nature and God -- I neither knew
Nature assigns the Sun
Nature can do no more
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Never for Society
New feet within my garden go
No Autumn's intercepting Chill
No Bobolink -- reverse His Singing
No Brigadier throughout the Year
No Crowd that has occurred
No Life can pompless pass away --
No Man can compass a Despair
No Notice gave She, but a Change --
No Other can reduce
No Passenger was known to flee --
No Prisoner be --
No Rack can torture me
No Romance sold unto
Nobody knows this little Rose
No ladder needs the bird but skies
No man saw awe, nor to his house
No matter -- now -- Sweet --
No matter where the Saints abide,
None can experience sting
None who saw it ever told it
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --
Nor Mountain hinder Me
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay --
Not "Revelation" -- 'tis -- that waits,
Not Sickness stains the Brave,
Not all die early, dying young --
Not any higher stands the Grave
Not any more to be lacked --
Not any sunny tone
Not at Home to Callers
Not in this World to see his face
Not knowing when the Dawn will come,
Not probable -- The barest Chance
Not seeing, still we know --
Not so the infinite Relations -- Below
Not that We did, shall be the test
Not that he goes -- we love him more
Not to discover weakness is
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Now I knew I lost her --
Now I lay thee down to Sleep --
Obtaining but our own Extent
Of Being is a Bird
Of Bronze -- and Blaze
Of Brussels -- it was not --
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
Of Course -- I prayed --
Of Death I try to think like this --
Of Glory not a Beam is left
Of God we ask one favor,
Of Life to own --
Of Nature I shall have enough
Of Paradise' existence
Of Paul and Silas it is said
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
Of Tribulation, these are They
Of Yellow was the outer Sky
Of all the Souls that stand create --
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad
Of nearness to her sundered Things
Of so divine a Loss
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door
Of their peculiar light
Of this is Day composed
Of whom so dear
Oh Future! thou secreted peace
Oh Shadow on the Grass,
Oh Sumptuous moment
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet
Oh, honey of an hour,
Oh what a Grace is this,
On a Columnar Self --
On my volcano grows the Grass
On such a night, or such a night,
On that dear Frame the Years had worn
On that specific Pillow
On the World you colored
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
On this wondrous sea
Once more, my now bewildered Dove
One Anguish -- in a Crowd --
One Blessing had I than the rest
One Crucifixion is recorded -- only --
One Day is there of the Series
One Joy of so much anguish
One Life of so much Consequence!
One Sister have I in our house
One Year ago -- jots what?
One and One -- are One --
One crown that no one seeks
One dignity delays for all
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted --
One of the ones that Midas touched
One thing of it we borrow
Only God -- detect the Sorrow --
Only a Shrine, but Mine --
Opinion is a flitting thing,
Our journey had advanced --
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
Our little secrets slink away --
Our lives are Swiss
Our own possessions -- though our own --
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --
Our share of night to bear
Out of sight? What of that?
Over and over, like a Tune
Over the fence
Pain -- expands the Time --
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
Pain has but one Acquaintance
Papa above!
Paradise is of the option.
Paradise is that old mansion
Partake as doth the Bee,
Parting with Thee reluctantly,
Pass to they Rendezvous of Light,
Patience -- has a quiet Outer --
Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
Perception of an object costs
Perhaps I asked too large
Perhaps they do not go so far
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
Perhaps you think me stooping
Peril as a Possesssion
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray
Pink -- small -- and punctual --
Poor little Heart!
Portraits are to daily faces
Power is a familiar growth --
Praise it -- 'tis dead --
Prayer is the little implement
Precious to Me -- She still shall be --
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn --
Promise This -- When You be Dying --
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it,
Publication -- is the Auction
Purple -- is fashionable twice --
Pursuing you in your transitions,
Put up my lute!
Quite empty, quite at rest,
Rather arid delight
"Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me
Read -- Sweet -- how others -- strove
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
Recollect the Face of me
Rehearsal to Ourselves
Remembrance has a Rear and Front --
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Removed from Accident of Loss
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue --
Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
Rest at Night
Reverse cannot befall
Revolution is the Pod
Ribbons of the Year --
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy --
Safe Despair it is that raves --
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers
Said Death to Passion
Sang from the Heart, Sire,
Satisfaction -- is the Agent
Savior! I've no one else to tell
September's Baccalaureate
Severer Service of myself
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Shall I take thee, the Poet said
Shame is the shawl of Pink
She bore it till the simple veins
She could not live upon the Past
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
She died -- this was the way she died.
She died at play,
She dwelleth in the Ground --
She hideth Her the last --
She laid her docile Crescent down
She lay as if at play
Shells from the Coast mistaking --
She rose as high as His Occasion
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt
She's happy, with a new Content --
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles --
She slept beneath a tree
She sped as Petals of a Rose
She staked her Feathers -- Gained an Arc --
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms
She went as quiet as the Dew
Should you but fail at -- Sea
"Sic transit gloria mundi"
Silence is all we dread.
Size circumscribes -- it has no room
Sleep is supposed to be
Smiling back from Coronation
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Snow flakes.
So I pull my Stockings off
So bashful when I spied her!
So from the mould
So gay a Flower
So give me back to Death --
So glad we are -- a Stranger'd deem
So has a Daisy vanished
So large my Will
So much Summer
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
So proud she was to die
So set its Sun in Thee
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder
So well that I can live without
Society for me my misery
Soft as the massacre of Suns
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled --
Some Work for Immortality
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike --
Some Days retired from the rest
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!
Some Wretched creature, savior take
Somehow myself survived the Night
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
Some one prepared this mighty show
Some say goodnight -- at night --
Some such Butterfly be seen
Some things that fly there be
Sometimes with the Heart
Some, too fragile for winter winds
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
Somewhat, to hope for,
Somewhere upon the general Earth
Soto! Explore thyself!
Soul, Wilt thou toss again?
Soul, take thy risk.
South Winds jostle them
Speech is one symptom of Affection
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music --
Spring comes on the World --
Spring is the Period
Spurn the temerity --
Step lightly on this narrow spot --
Still own thee -- still thou art
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning --
Success is counted sweetest
Such are the inlets of the mind --
Such is the Force of Happiness --
Summer -- we all have seen --
Summer begins to have the look
Summer for thee, grant I may be
Summer has two Beginnings --
Summer is shorter than any one --
Summer laid her simple Hat
Sunset at Night -- is natural
Sunset that screens, reveals --
Superfluous were the Sun
Superiority to Fate
Surgeons must be very careful
Surprise is like a thrilling -- pungent --
Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death --
Sweet -- You forgot -- but I remembered
Sweet -- safe -- Houses
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie --
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart --
Sweet hours have perished here;
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Sweet, to have had them lost
Take all away --
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy
Taken from men -- this morning
Take your Heaven further on
Taking up the fair Ideal
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
Teach Him -- When He makes the names
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant --
Tell as a Marksman -- were forgotten
Than Heaven more remote
That Distance was between Us
That I did always love
That Love is all there is
That after Horror -- that 'twas us
That Such have died enable Us
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
That is solemn we have ended
That it will never come again
That odd old man is dead a year --
That sacred Closet when you sweep --
That she forgot me was the least
That short -- potential stir
That this should feel the need of Death
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time --
The Angle of a Landscape
The Auctioneer of Parting
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings --
The Battle fought between the Soul
The Bee is not afraid of me
The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
The Beggar at the Door for Fame
The Bible is an antique Volume --
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play --
The Bird her punctual music brings
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
The Birds reported from the South --
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side --
The Blunder is in estimate
The Bobolink is gone --
The Body grows without --
The Bone that has no Marrow
The Brain -- is wider than the Sky --
The Brain, within its Groove
The Bustle in a House
The Butterfly in honored Dust
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown
The Butterfly upon the Sky
The butterfly obtains
The Chemical conviction
The Child's faith is new --
The Clock strikes one that just struck two --
The Clouds their Backs together laid
The Clover's simple Fame
The Color of a Queen, is this --
The Color of the Grave is Green
The Court is far away
The Crickets sang
The competitions of the sky
The Daisy follows soft the Sun
The Dandelion's pallid tube
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock
The Day grew small, surrounded tight
The Day she goes
The Days that we can spare
The Day that I was crowned
The Day undressed -- Herself --
The Definition of Beauty is
The Devil -- had he fidelity
The difference between Despair
The distance that the dead have gone
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea
The Dust behind I strove to join
The duties of the Wind are few
The Dying need but little, Dear
The earth has many keys
The ecstasy to guess
The event was directly behind Him
The face I carry with me -- last
The Face in evanescence lain
The Face we choose to miss --
The Fact that Earth is Heaven --
The fairest Home I ever knew
The farthest Thunder that I heard
The fascinating chill that music leaves
The feet of people walking home
The Fingers of the Light
The first Day's Night had come
The first Day that I was a Life
The first We knew of Him was Death --
The Flake the Wind exasperate
The Flower must not blame the Bee
The Frost of Death was on the Pane --
The Frost was never seen --
The Future -- never spoke --
The Gentian has a parched Corolla --
The Gentian weaves her fringes
The gleam of an heroic Act
The going from a world we know
The good Will of a Flower
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain --
The Grass so little has to do
The grave my little cottage is
The Guest is gold and crimson
The hallowing of Pain
The harm of Years is on him --
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
The Heart asks Pleasure -- first --
The Heart has many Doors --
The Heart has narrow Banks
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind --
The Heaven vests for Each
The Hills erect their Purple Heads
The Hills in Purple syllables
The Himmaleh was known to stoop
The Hollows round His eager Eyes
The immortality she gave
The incidents of love
The Infinite a sudden Guest
The inundation of the Spring
The Jay his Castanet has struck
The joy that has no stem no core
The Judge is like the Owl --
The Juggler's Hat her Country is
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
The Lamp burns sure -- within
The largest Fire ever known
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
The last Night that She lived
The last of Summer is Delight --
The Leaves like Women interchange
The Life that tied too tight escapes
The Life we have is very great
The Lightning is a yellow Fork
The Lightning playeth -- all the while --
The Lilac is an ancient shrub
The Loneliness One dare not sound --
The lonesome for they know not What
The longest day that God appoints
The long sigh of the Frog
The look of thee, what is it like
The Love a Life can show Below
The Luxury to apprehend
The Malay -- took the Pearl
The Manner of its Death
The Martyr Poets -- did not tell --
The Merchant of the Picturesque
The Mind lives on the Heart
The Missing All -- prevented Me
The mob within the heart
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot
The Moon is distant from the Sea
The Moon upon her fluent Route
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
The Morning after Woe
The morns are meeker than they were
The most important population
The most pathetic thing I do
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed --
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
The Mountains stood in Haze --
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased
The Murmur of a Bee
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized
The Night was wide, and furnished scant
The Notice that is called the Spring
The ones that disappeared are back
The One who could repeat the Summer day
The only Ghost I ever saw
The Only News I know
The Opening and the Close
The Outer -- from the Inner
The overtakelessness of those
The parasol is the umbrella's daughter
The Past is such a curious Creature
The pattern of the sun
The pedigree of Honey
The Pile of Years is not so high
The Poets light but Lamps --
The Popular Heart is a Cannon first --
The power to be true to You
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
The Products of my Farm are these
The Props assist the House
The Province of the Saved
The pungent atom in the Air
The rainbow never tells me
The Rat is the concisest Tenant
The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning
The reticent volcano keeps
The Riddle we can guess
The right to perish might be thought
The Road to Paradise is plain
The Road was lit with Moon and star --
The Robin for the Crumb
The Robin is a Gabriel
The Robin is the One
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
The Rose did caper on her cheek
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise
The Savior must have been
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook --
The Service without Hope --
The Show is not the Show
The Skies can't keep their secret!
The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean
The smouldering embers blush --
The Snow that never drifts --
The Soul has Bandaged moments --
The Soul's Superior instants
The Soul's distinct connection
The Soul selects her own Society
The Soul should always stand ajar
The Soul that hath a Guest
The Soul unto itself
The Spider as an Artist
The Spider holds a Silver Ball
The Spirit is the Conscious Ear
The Spirit lasts -- but in what mode --
The spry Arms of the Wind
The Stars are old, that stood for me --
The stem of a departed Flower
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
The Suburbs of a Secret
The Summer that we did not prize
The Sun -- just touched the Morning
The Sun and Fog contested
The Sun and Moon must make their haste --
The Sun in reigning to the West
The Sun is gay or stark
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still
The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low!
The Sun retired to a cloud
The Sunrise runs for Both --
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
The Sun went down -- no Man looked on --
The sweetest Heresy received
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
The Symptom of the Gale --
The Test of Love -- is Death --
The Things that never can come back, are several --
The things we thought that we should do
The thought beneath so slight a film
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
The Tint I cannot take -- is best --
The Treason of an accent
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
The Truth -- is stirless --
The vastest earthly Day
The Veins of other Flowers
The Voice that stands for Floods to me
The waters chased him as he fled
The way Hope builds his House
The Way I read a Letter's -- this --
The Way to know the Bobolink
The Well upon the Brook
The Whole of it came not at once --
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today
The wind drew off
The Wind took up the Northern Things
The Winters are so short
The words the happy say
The Work of Her that went
The World -- feels Dusty
The World -- stands -- solemner -- to me
The worthlessness of Earthly things
The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous --
Their Barricade against the Sky
Their Height in Heaven comforts not
Their dappled importunity
Themself are all I have
There are two Mays
There are two Ripenings -- one -- of sight
There came a Day at Summer's full
There came a Wind like a Bugle --
There comes an hour when begging stops
There comes a warning like a spy
There is a June when Corn is cut
There is a Languor of the Life
There is a Shame of Nobleness --
There is a Zone whose even Years
There is a finished feeling
There is a flower that Bees prefer
There is a morn by men unseen
There is an arid Pleasure --
There is another Loneliness
There is another sky
There is a pain -- so utter --
There is a solitude of space
There is a word
There is no Frigate like a Book
There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent
There is strength in proving that it can be borne
There's a certain Slant of light
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House
There's something quieter than sleep
There's the Battle of Burgoyne --
These are the Nights that Beetles love --
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
These are the days that Reindeer love
These are the days when Birds come back
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest
These held their Wick above the West --
These -- saw Visions --
These Strangers, in a foreign World
These tested Our Horizon --
They ask but our Delight --
They called me to the Window
They dropped like Flakes
They have a little Odor -- that to me
They leave us with the Infinite
They might not need me -- yet they might --
They put Us far apart
They say that "Time assuages" --
They shut me up in Prose --
They talk as slow as Legends grow
They won't frown always -- some sweet Day
This Bauble was preferred of Bees --
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
This Consciousness that is aware
This dirty -- little -- Heart
This docile one inter
This Dust, and its Feature --
This heart that broke so long
This is a Blossom of the Brain --
This is my letter to the World
This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes
This is the place they hoped before
This Me -- that walks and works -- must die
This Merit hath the worst --
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies
This slow Day moved along --
This that would greet -- an hour ago --
This was a Poet -- It is That
This was in the White of the Year --
This World is not Conclusion
Tho' I get home how late -- how late
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
Those cattle smaller than a Bee
Those -- dying then
Those fair -- fictitious People
Those final Creatures, -- who they are --
Those not live yet
Those who have been in the Grave the longest --
Though the great Waters sleep
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her --
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --
Through lane it lay -- through bramble
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education
Through the strait pass of suffering --
Through those old Grounds of memory
Through what transports of Patience
'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
'Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
'Tis Opposites -- entice
'Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates
'Tis true -- They shut me in the Cold --
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe --
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord
Till Death -- is narrow Loving --
Time does go on --
Time feels so vast that were it not
Time's wily Chargers will not wait
Title divine -- is mine!
To be alive -- is Power --
To be forgot by thee
To break so vast a Heart
To die -- takes just a little while
To die -- without the Dying
To disappear enhances --
To do a magnanimous thing
To earn it by disdaining it
To fight aloud, is very brave
To fill a Gap
To flee from memory
To hang our head -- ostensibly
To hear an Oriole sing
To help our Bleaker Parts
To her derided Home
To his simplicity
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
To know just how He suffered -- would be dear --
To learn the Transport by the Pain
To lose one's faith -- surpass
To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain
To love thee Year by Year
To make One's Toilette -- after Death
To make Routine a Stimulus
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee
To mend each tattered Faith
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred --
To my small Hearth His fire came --
To offer brave assistance
To One denied the drink
To own a Susan of my own
To own the Art within the Soul
To pile like Thunder to its close
To put this World down, like a Bundle --
To see her is a Picture --
To see the Summer Sky
To tell the Beauty would decrease
To the bright east she flies
To their apartment deep
To the stanch Dust
To this World she returned
To try to speak, and miss the way
To undertake is to achieve
To venerate the simple days
To wait an Hour -- is long --
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights
Today or this noon
Too cold is this
Too few the mornings be
Too happy Time dissolves itself
Too little way the House must lie
Too scanty 'twas to die for you
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
Tried always and Condemned by thee
Triumph -- may be of several kinds
Trudging to Eden, looking backward
Trust adjust her "Peradventure" --
Trust in the Unexpected --
Trusty as the stars
Truth -- is as old as God --
'Twas here my summer paused
'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
'Twas later when the summer went
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
'Twas such a little -- little boat
'Twas Love -- not me
'Twas my one Glory --
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain
'Twas warm -- at first -- like Us --
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Two -- were immortal twice --
Two Lengths has every Day --
Two Travellers perishing in Snow
Two butterflies went out at Noon --
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Unable are the Loved to die
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre
Under the Light, yet under
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
Unfulfilled to Observation --
Unit, like Death, for Whom?
Until the Desert knows
Unto a broken heart
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me
Unto my Books -- so good to turn --
Unto the Whole -- how add?
Unworthy of her Breast
Upon Concluded Lives
Up Life's Hill with my my little Bundle
Upon a Lilac Sea
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird
Upon the gallows hung a wretch
Victory comes late --
Volcanoes be in Sicily
Wait till the Majesty of Death
Warm in her Hand these accents lie
Water, is taught by thirst
Water makes many Beds
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing
We can but follow to the Sun --
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face
We do not know the time we lose --
We do not play on Graves
We don't cry -- Tim and I,
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --
We grow accustomed to the Dark
We introduce ourselves
We knew not that we were to live --
We learned the Whole of Love --
We learn it in Retreating
We like March
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
We lose -- because we win
We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints
We miss Her, not because We see --
We miss a Kinsman more
We never know how high we are
We never know we go when we are going --
We outgrow love, like other things
We play at Paste
We pray -- to Heaven
We see -- Comparatively --
We send the Wave to find the Wave --
We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow
We should not mind so small a flower
We shun because we prize her Face
We shun it ere it comes
We talked as Girls do --
We talked with each other about each other
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --
We wear our sober Dresses when we die
We'll pass without the parting
Went up a year this evening!
Were it but Me that gained the Height --
Were it to be the last
Were natural mortal lady
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
What I can do -- I will
What Inn is this
What I see not, I better see --
What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures
What Twigs We held by --
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer --
What did They do since I saw Them?
What if I say I shall not wait!
What is -- "Paradise"
What mystery pervades a well!
What shall I do -- it whimpers so
What tenements of clover
What we see we know somewhat
What would I give to see his face?
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins
When Diamonds are a Legend
When Etna basks and purrs
When I count the seeds
When I have seen the Sun emerge
When I hoped I feared --
When I hoped, I recollect
When I was small, a Woman died --
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side,
When Memory is full
When Night is almost done
When One has given up One's life
When Roses cease to bloom
When the Astronomer stops seeking
When we stand on the tops of Things
When a Lover is a Beggar
When they come back -- if Blossoms do --
When we have ceased to care
Where I have lost, I softer tread
Where Roses would not dare to go,
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
Where bells no more affright the morn
Where every bird is bold to go
Whether my bark went down at sea
Whether they have forgotten
Which is best? Heaven --
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Which misses most,
While Asters
While it is alive
While we were fearing it, it came --
White as an Indian Pipe
Who Court obtain within Himself
Who Giants know, with lesser Men
Who abdicated Ambush
Whoever disenchants
Who goes to dine must take his Feast
Who has not found the Heaven -- below --
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights --
Who is the East?
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red --
Who never lost, are unprepared
Who never wanted -- maddest Joy
Who occupies this House?
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
Whose Pink career may have a close
Whose are the little beds, I asked
Whose cheek is this?
Who were "the Father and the Son"
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so
Why should we hurry -- why indeed?
Wild Nights -- Wild Nights!
Will there really be a "Morning"?
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
Winter under cultivation
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
Witchcraft was hung, in History,
With Pinions of Disdain
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Within my reach!
Within that little Hive
Within thy Grave!
Without a smile -- Without a Throe
Without this -- there is nought --
With sweetness unabated
With thee, in the Desert
Wolfe demanded during dying
Wonder -- is not precisely Knowing
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Yesterday is History,
You cannot make Remembrance grow
You cannot put a Fire out --
You constituted Time --
You know that Portrait in the Moon --
You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies --
You'll find -- it when you try to die --
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot --
You'll know it -- as you know 'tis Noon
You love me -- you are sure
You love the Lord -- you cannot see
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty.
You're right -- "the way is narrow"
Your thoughts don't have words every day
You said that I "was Great" -- one Day --
You see I cannot see -- your lifetime
You taught me Waiting with Myself --
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You?


more poems:
Anne Sexton
Edgar Allan Poe
Emily Dickinson
E. E. Cummings
Henry David Thoreau
John Keats
Langston Hughes
Lascelles Abercrombie
Pablo Neruda
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Robert Frost
Sylvia Plath
William Butler Yeats
William Shakespeare
William Wordsworth