A Bird came down the Walk is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. A Bird came down the Walk A Bird came down the Walk— He did not know I saw— He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow, raw,And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass— And then hopped sidewise …
Like Brooms of Steel is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Like Brooms of Steel Like Brooms of Steel The Snow and Wind Had swept the Winter Street – The House was hooked The Sun sent out Faint Deputies of Heat – Where rode the Bird The Silence tied His ample – plodding Steed The …
I’m Nobody! Who are you? is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I’m Nobody! Who are you? I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there’s a pair of us! – don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know!How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong …
A Day is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. A Day I’ll tell you how the sun rose, — A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun!” But …
I taste a liquor never brewed (214) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I taste a liquor never brewed (214) I taste a liquor never brewed – From Tankards scooped in Pearl – Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol!Inebriate of air – am I – And Debauchee of Dew – Reeling …
I could suffice for Him, I knew (643) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I could suffice for Him, I knew (643) I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity— “Would I be Whole” He sudden broached— My syllable rebelled— ‘Twas face to face with Nature—forced— …
I heard a Fly buzz is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. I heard a Fly buzz I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm –The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And …
It sifts from Leaden Sieves – (311) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. It sifts from Leaden Sieves – (311) It sifts from Leaden Sieves – It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road – It makes an Even Face Of Mountain, and of Plain – Unbroken …
The Soul selects her own Society (303) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. The Soul selects her own Society (303) The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more —Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing — At her low Gate …
The Outlet (162) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. The Outlet (162) My river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me?My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!
