Poems by Author

Poems by - Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the miles

By Emily Dickinson

You've seen balloons set, haven't you?

By Emily Dickinson

The show is not the show

By Emily Dickinson

The cricket sang

By Emily Dickinson

Delight becomes pictorial

By Emily Dickinson

Drab habitation of whom?

By Emily Dickinson

A thought went up my mind to-day

By Emily Dickinson

A sloop of amber slips away

By Emily Dickinson

Is Heaven a physician?

By Emily Dickinson

Of bronze and blaze

By Emily Dickinson

Though I get home how late, how late!

By Emily Dickinson

How the old mountains drip with sunset

By Emily Dickinson

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