Poems by Author

Poems by - Emily Dickinson

The thought beneath so slight a film

By Emily Dickinson

Drab habitation of whom?

By Emily Dickinson

The soul unto itself

By Emily Dickinson

A sloop of amber slips away

By Emily Dickinson

Surgeons must be very careful

By Emily Dickinson

Of bronze and blaze

By Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the miles

By Emily Dickinson

How the old mountains drip with sunset

By Emily Dickinson

The show is not the show

By Emily Dickinson

The murmuring of bees has ceased

By Emily Dickinson

Delight becomes pictorial

By Emily Dickinson

This world is not conclusion

By Emily Dickinson

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