Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? So sailors say, on yesterday, Just as the…
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A Word. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.
A Well. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
What mystery pervades a well! The water lives so far, Like neighbor from another world Residing in a jar. The grass does not appear afraid; I often wonder he Can…
A Train Went Through A Burial Gate, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A train went through a burial gate, A bird broke forth and sang, And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat Till all the churchyard rang; And then…
A Toad Can Die Of Light! By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men, — Of earl and midge The privilege. Why swagger then? The gnat’s supremacy Is large as thine.
A Thunder-Storm. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, — He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked…
A Throe Upon The Features By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A throe upon the features A hurry in the breath, An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death,” — An anguish at the mention, Which, when to patience grown, I ‘ve known…
A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish, — some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where…
A Tempest. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
An awful tempest mashed the air, The clouds were gaunt and few; A black, as of a spectre’s cloak, Hid heaven and earth from view. The creatures chuckled…
A Syllable. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped freight Of a delivered syllable, ‘T would crumble with the weight.