Poems by Author

Poems by - Emily Dickinson

I felt a funeral in my brain

By Emily Dickinson

I many times thought peace had come

By Emily Dickinson

I meant to find her when I came

By Emily Dickinson

Unto my books so good to turn

By Emily Dickinson

I sing to use the waiting

By Emily Dickinson

This merit hath the worst,

By Emily Dickinson

A sickness of this world it most occasions

By Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years

By Emily Dickinson

Superfluous were the sun

By Emily Dickinson

I gained it so

By Emily Dickinson

So proud she was to die

By Emily Dickinson

To learn the transport by the pain

By Emily Dickinson

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