A Bird,
came down the Walk |
A Man may
make a Remark |
Because
I could not stop for Death |
"Hope"
is the thing with feathers |
I'm Nobody!
Who are you? |
I felt
a Funeral, in my Brain |
I
measure every Grief I meet |
I
taste a liquor never brewed |
I tie
my Hat - I crease my Shawl |
Knows how to
forget! |
My
Life had stood - a Loaded Gun |
One
Sister have I in our house |
Safe
in their Alabaster Chambers |
Success
is counted sweetest |
Tell
all the truth but tell it slant |
The
Savior must have been a docile Gentleman |
Wild nights
- Wild nights! |
Besides the Autumn poets sing |
A lane of Yellow led the eye |
I like to see it lap the Miles |
Color - Caste - Denomination |
The Outlet |
I could suffice for Him, I knew |
A Day |
Like Brooms of Steel |
The Soul selects her own Society |
I heard a Fly buzz |
I cannot live with You |
The Soul has Bandaged moments |
It's all I have to bring today |
We never know how high we are |
If I should die |
There's a certain Slant of light |
My life closed twice before its close |
Fame is a fickle food |
To make a prairie |
There is no frigate like a book |
Dear March - Come in |
The Soul unto itself |
One day is there of the series |
It was not Death, for I stood up |
Luck is not chance |
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree |
Two Butterflies went out at Noon |
Winter is good - his Hoar Delights |
Come Slowly - Eden |