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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

A door just opened on a street

By Emily Dickinson

The grass so little has to do,

By Emily Dickinson

Are friends delight or pain?

By Emily Dickinson

A little road not made of man

By Emily Dickinson

Ashes denote that fire was

By Emily Dickinson

A drop fell on the apple tree

By Emily Dickinson

Fate slew him, but he did not drop

By Emily Dickinson

A something in a summer's day

By Emily Dickinson

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture

By Emily Dickinson

This is the land the sunset washes

By Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief I meet

By Emily Dickinson

There is a flower that bees prefer

By Emily Dickinson

1897-1908