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Poems by Emily Dickinson 

Emily Dickinson Short Poems

A Doubt If It Be Us
By Emily Dickinson

A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.

An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.

Before You Thought Of Spring
By Emily Dickinson

Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see, God bless his suddenness,
A fellow in the skies
Of independent hues,
A little weather-worn,
Inspiriting habiliments
Of indigo and brown.

With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!

I Have No Life But This
By Emily Dickinson

I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;
Nor tie to earth to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The Realm of You!

The Earth Has Many Keys
By Emily Dickinson

The earth has many keys,
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature's fact.

But witness for her land,
And witness for her sea,
The cricket is her utmost
Of elegy to me.

Emily Dickinson Short Poems

A Wind That Rose
By Emily Dickinson

A Wind that rose
Though not a Leaf
In any Forest stirred
But with itself did cold engage
Beyond the Realm of Bird -
A Wind that woke a lone Delight
Like separation's Swell
Restored in Arctic Confidence
To the invisible -

Hope is a strange invention 
By Emily Dickinson

Hope is a strange invention -
A patent of the Heart -
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -

Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is know
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own -

I Know A Place Where Summer Strives 
By Emily Dickinson

I know a place where summer strives
With such a practised frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, 'Lost.'

But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Hear heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains.

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That stiffens quietly to quartz
Upon her amber shoe.

The Face we choose to miss
By Emily Dickinson

The Face we choose to miss -
Be it but for a Day
As absent as a Hundred Years,
When it has rode away.

Emily Dickinson Short Poems

Heart, We Will Forget Him
By Emily Dickinson

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! 'lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!

How firm Eternity must look
By Emily Dickinson

How firm Eternity must look
To crumbling men like me
The only Adamant Estate
In all Identity -

How mighty to the insecure
Thy Physiognomy
To whom not any Face cohere -
Unless concealed in thee

If all the griefs I am to have
By Emily Dickinson

If all the griefs I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They'd laugh and run away.

If all the joys I am to have
Would only come today,
They could not be so big as this
That happens to me now.

The Good Will Of A Flower
By Emily Dickinson

The good Will of a Flower
The Man who would possess
Must first present
Of minted Holiness

Emily Dickinson Short Poems

How Happy I Was If I Could Forget
By Emily Dickinson

How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way like a little Child
And perish of the cold.

As subtle as tomorrowBy Emily Dickinson

As subtle as tomorrow
That never came,
A warrant, a conviction,
Yet but a name.

If This Is "Fading"
By Emily Dickinson

If this is "fading"
Oh let me immediately "fade"!
If this is "dying"
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is "sleep,"
On such a night
How proud to shut the eye!
Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!
Peacock presumes to die!

The Butterfly Upon The Sky
By Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly Upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that's the way to grieve -

Emily Dickinson Short Poems

By Emily Dickinson

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind
By Emily Dickinson

I felt a cleaving in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.

The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.

It Struck Me Every Day
By Emily Dickinson

It struck me every day
The lightning was as new
As if the cloud that instant slit
And let the fire through.

It burned me in the night,
It blistered in my dream;
It sickened fresh upon my sight
With every morning's beam.

I thought that storm was brief, --
The maddest, quickest by;
But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky.

The Bustle In A House
By Emily Dickinson

The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,--

The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.

Emily Dickinson Short Poems

Longing is like the Seed
By Emily Dickinson

Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.

The Hour, and the Clime -
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!

Not any sunny tone 
By Emily Dickinson

Not any sunny tone
From any fervent zone
Find entrance there -
Better a grave of Balm
Toward human nature's home -
And Robins near -
Than a stupendous Tomb
Proclaiming to the Gloom
How dead we are -

Of so divine a loss
By Emily Dickinson

Of so divine a Loss
We enter but the Gain,
Indemnity for Loneliness
That such a Bliss has been.

As Everywhere Of Silver 
By Emily Dickinson

As Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called land.

Emily Dickinson Short Poems

Sometimes with the Heart
By Emily Dickinson

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarce once with the Might
Few - love at all.

By Emily Dickinson

Pain--has an Element of Blank--
It cannot recollect
When it begun--or if there were
A time when it was not--

It has no Future--but itself--
It's Infinite Contain
Its Past--enlightened to perceive
New Periods--of pain.

Silence is all we dread
By Emily Dickinson

Silence is all we dread.
There's Ransom in a Voice -
But Silence is Infinity.
Himself have not a face.

A Little Snow Was Here And There 
By Emily Dickinson

A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair -
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade -

But Time had added not obtained
Impregnable the Rose
For summer too indelible
Too obdurate for Snows -

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