My Life Had Stood di Emily Dickinson My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo
The Sunset Stopped on Cottages di Emily Dickinson 950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’ Gone Westerly, Today—
An Everywhere of Silver di Emily Dickinson An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
Not with a club, the Heart is broken di Emily Dickinson Not with a club, the Heart is bro Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see I’ve known To lash the magic creature
You Cannot Put a Fire Out di Emily Dickinson 530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
I Am Alive - I Guess di 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’—
A Route of Evanescence di Emily Dickinson A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
The Face I Carry With Me’last di Emily Dickinson 336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’ That face’—will just be thine’—
What I See Not, I Better See di Emily Dickinson 939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
I Think Just How my Shape Will Rise di 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—