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< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems II. Mayflower Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, Next to the robin In every human soul. Bold little beauty, Bedecked with thee, Nature forswears Antiquity. -Emily Dickinson Enjoy Artistic Representations of “Mayflower” by Emily Dickinson   […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems I. New Feet Within My Garden Go New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude. New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow! -Emily Dickinson […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems A Light Exists In Spring A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human naturefeels. It waits upon the lawn; It shows the furthest tree Upon […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems A Clock Stopped- Not The Mantel’s A clock stopped — not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket! The figures hunched with pain, Then quivered out of decimals Into degreeless noon. It will not stir […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems I’m Nobody, Who Are You? I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell! They’d banish — you know! How dreary to be somebody! How public like a frog To tell one’s name the livelong day To an admiring bog! […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems A Dying Tiger Moaned for a Drink A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand— His Mighty Balls—in death were thick— But searching—I could see A Vision on the Retina Of Water—and of me— […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems Because I Could Not Stop For Death Because I could not stop for Death- He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- And Immortality. We slowly drove- He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility- We […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems A Bird Came Down the Walk A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems Heaven Is What I Cannot Reach “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—”Heaven” is—to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud— The interdicted Land— Behind the Hill—the House behind— There—Paradise—is found! Her teasing Purples—Afternoons— The credulous—decoy— Enamored—of the Conjuror— That spurned […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems Nature Is What We See ‘Nature’ is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems “Why Do I Love” You, Sir? “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows—and Do not You— And We know not— Enough for Us The Wisdom it be so— The […]

< Return to Emily Dickinson Poems Hope Is The Thing With Feathers ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many […]