The Wind Begun to Knead the Grass di Emily Dickinson 824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain
Each Life Converges to Some Centre di Emily Dickinson Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma
To Lose Thee di Emily Dickinson To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san
He ate and drank the precious Words di Emily Dickinson He ate and drank the precious Wor His Spirit grew robust - He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust - He danced along the dingy Days
Beauty—be not caused—It Is— di Emily Dickinson 516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
For This’accepted Breath di Emily Dickinson 195 For this’—accepted Breath’— Through it’—compete with Death’— The fellow cannot touch this Crow By it’—my title take’—
Life XXXV. I can wade grief di Emily Dickinson Part One: Life I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that. But the least push of joy
Immured in Heaven! di Emily Dickinson Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
No Rack Can Torture Me di Emily Dickinson 384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
The Heart Asks Pleasure First di Emily Dickinson The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;