An edition of Emily Dickinson
(1960)
Emily Dickinson
Phoenix ed.
by Emily Dickinson
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Table of Contents
Success is counted sweetest
How many times these low feet staggered
I shall know why
when Time is over
I'm "wife"
I've finished that
Come slowly
Eden!
I taste a liquor never brewed
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers
Jesus! thy Crucifix
Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
"Heaven"
is what I cannot reach!
I like a look of Agony
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
Why
do they shut Me out of Heaven?
Wild Nights
Wild Nights!
I shall keep singing!
Over the fence
I can wade Grief
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
There's a certain Slant of light
A solemn thing
it was
I said
He put the Belt around my life
The only Ghost I ever saw
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
The Soul selects her own Society
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
Her
"last Poems"
He fumbles at your Soul
We play at Paste
There came a Day at Summer's full
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
I cannot dance upon my Toes
Before I got my eye put out
I know that He exists
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
I went to Heaven
I saw no Way
The Heavens were stitched
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House
A Visitor in Marl
What Soft
Cherubic Creatures
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
Good Morning
Midnight
Much Madness is divinest Sense
This is my letter to the World
This was a Poet
It is That
I died for Beauty
but was scarce
The Outer
from the Inner
It was given to me by the Gods
Why make it doubt
it hurts it so
I heard a Fly buzz
when I died
Doom is the House without the Door
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
I was the slightest in the House
We pray
to Heaven
Civilization
spurns
the Leopard!
This World is not Conclusion.
I dreaded that first Robin, so
I would not paint
a picture
He touched me, so I live to know
I had the Glory
that will do
She sights a Bird
she chuckles
They leave us with the Infinite.
I'm ceded
I've stopped being Theirs
If anybody's friend be dead
It was not Death, for I stood up
If you were coming in the Fall
I felt my life with both my hands
Perhaps I asked too large
A Bird, came down the Walk
The Soul has Bandaged moments
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
I started Early
Took my Dog
Mine
by the Right of the White Election!
The Heart asks Pleasure
first
The Martyr Poets
did not tell
To fill a Gap
I've seen a Dying Eye
I reckon
when I count at all
I could die
to know
Delight
becomes pictorial
"Heaven" has different Signs
to me
I found the words to every thought
I like to see it lap the Miles
Empty my Heart, of Thee
I think I was enchanted
There is a pain
so utter
A still
Volcano
Life
The Trees like Tassels
hit
and swung
Of nearness to her sundered Things
They shut me up in Prose
Don't put up my Thread and Needle
The Tint I cannot take
is best
I cannot live with You
Me from Myself
to banish
I think to Live
may be a Bliss
Pain
has an Element of Blank
I dwell in Possibility
One need not be a Chamber
to be Haunted
Essential Oils
are wrung
Victory comes late
Publication
is the Auction
Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds
Because I could not stop for Death
Behind Me
dips Eternity
Let Us play Yesterday
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
My Life had stood
a Loaded Gun
The Whole of it came not at once
Bereaved of all, I went abroad
By my Window have I for Scenery
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
Split the Lark
and you'll find the Music
I stepped from Plank to Plank
Crisis is a Hair
I make His Crescent fill or lack
The Missing All
prevented Me
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Far from Love the Heavenly Father
Perception of an object costs
Title divine
is mine!
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
There is no Frigate like a Book
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
This dirty
little
Heart
Shame is the shawl of Pink
Glass was the street
in tinsel Peril
The Things that never can come back, are several
The Bible is an antique Volume
Those
dying then
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed
There came a Wind like a Bugle
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights
Of God we ask one favor
A Word make Flesh is seldom
In Winter in my Room
Volcanoes be in Sicily
My life closed twice before its close
Edition Notes
"This edition first published by Everyman in 1996"--Title page verso.
Includes chronology of Dickinson's life and times.
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