The Complete Poems

by Emily Dickinson
United States
10 Dec 1830 // 15 May 1886
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Each Life Converges to Some Centre (1)

Each life converges to some centre / Expressed or still; / Exists in every human nature / A goal, / / Admitted scarcely to itself, it may be,/ Too fair / For credibility�s temerity / To dare. / /...

I Gave Myself to Him (2)

I gave myself to him, / And took himself for pay. / The solemn contract of a life / Was ratified this way. / / The wealth might disappoint,/ Myself a poorer prove / Than this great purchaser suspec...

I Hide Myself Within My Flower (3)

I hide myself within my flower, / That wearing on your breast, / You, unsuspecting, wear me too� / And angels know the rest. / / I hide myself within my flower,/ That, fading from your vase, / You,...

Some Call Experience (4)

I stepped from plank to plank/ So slow and cautiously;/ The stars about my head I felt,/ About my feet the sea./ / I knew not but the next/ Would be my final inch,�/ This gave me that precarious gait...

If You Were Coming (5)

If you were coming in the fall,/ I �d brush the summer by/ With half a smile and half a spurn,/ As housewives do a fly./ / If I could see you in a year,/ I �d wind the months in balls,/ And put them ...

I Cannot Live with You (6)

I cannot live with You � / It would be Life � / And Life is over there � / Behind the Shelf/ / The Sexton keeps the Key to � / Putting up/ Our Life � His Porcelain � / Like a Cup � / / Discarded of t...

I'm Nobody (7)

I�m Nobody! Who are you?/ Are you � Nobody � too?/ Then there�s a pair of us!/ Don�t tell! they�d advertise � you know!/ / How dreary � to be � Somebody!/ How public � like a Frog � / To tell one�s ...

This Is My Letter to the World (8)

This is my letter to the world, / That never wrote to me,� / The simple news that Nature told, / With tender majesty. / / Her message is committed/ To hands I cannot see; / For love of her, s...

The Heart (9)

The heart asks pleasure first,/ And then, excuse from pain;/ And then, those little anodynes/ That deaden suffering,/ / And then, to go to sleep;/ And then, if it should be/ The will of its Inquisito...


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The Complete Poems

Emily Dickinson

 

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