Poems by Author

Poems by - Emily Dickinson

The one that could repeat the summer day

By Emily Dickinson

The wind tapped like a tired man

By Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses yellow

By Emily Dickinson

The leaves, like women, interchange

By Emily Dickinson

How happy is the little stone

By Emily Dickinson

It sounded as if the streets were running

By Emily Dickinson

The rat is the concisest tenant

By Emily Dickinson

Frequently the woods are pink

By Emily Dickinson

The wind begun to rock the grass

By Emily Dickinson

South winds jostle them

By Emily Dickinson

Where ships of purple gently toss

By Emily Dickinson

She sweeps with many-colored brooms

By Emily Dickinson

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