Poems
Category Poems -
An Antiquated Tree
By Emily Dickinson
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
By Emily Dickinson
It sounded as if the Streets were running
By Emily Dickinson
The Sun and Moon must make their haste --
By Emily Dickinson
The good Will of a Flower
By Emily Dickinson
A happy lip -- breaks sudden
By Emily Dickinson
We talked as Girls do --
By Emily Dickinson
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
By Emily Dickinson
To her derided Home
By Emily Dickinson
One Day is there of the Series
By Emily Dickinson
The Veins of other Flowers
By Emily Dickinson
I know of people in the Grave
By Emily Dickinson
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