Experience Is the Angled Road by Emily Dickinson 910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
Exhilaration’is Within by Emily Dickinson 383 Exhilaration’—is within’— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
Sunset at Night’is Natural by Emily Dickinson 415 Sunset at Night’—is natural’— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature’—Master’— So Midnight’s’—due’—at Noon.
Dying at my Music by Emily Dickinson Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
Nature Is What We See’ by Emily Dickinson “Nature” is what we see’— The Hill’—the Afternoon’— Squirrel’—Eclipse’—the Bumble bee Nay’—Nature is Heaven’— Nature is what we hear’—
For Each Ecstatic Instant by Emily Dickinson For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
How Lonesome the Wind Must Feel Nights - by Emily Dickinson How lonesome the Wind must feel N When people have put out the Ligh And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in - How pompous the Wind must feel No
The Wind Begun to Knead the Grass by 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
Life IX. the heart asks pleasure first (536) by 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;
I Never Told the Buried Gold by Emily Dickinson 11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.