I Am Alive - I Guess by Emily Dickinson I am alive’—I guess’— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory’— And at my finger’s end’— The Carmine’—tingles warm’—
I Died for Beauty by Emily Dickinson I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed 2
The Lady Feeds Her Little Bird by Emily Dickinson 941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
Life CXI. a door just opened on a street (953) by Emily Dickinson A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I, 1
A Weight With Needles on the Pounds by Emily Dickinson 264 A Weight with Needles on the poun To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft The puncture—coolly tries—
480 "Why do I love" You, Sir? by Emily Dickinson “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra To answer—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. 1
A Mien to Move a Queen by Emily Dickinson 283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
353 a happy lip—breaks sudden by Emily Dickinson A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now— But this one, wears its merriment
I Think Just How my Shape Will Rise by Emily Dickinson 237 I think just how my shape will ris When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea Are out of sight—in Heaven—
The Spirit Is the Conscious Ear by Emily Dickinson 733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—