You’ll know Her – by Her Foot (Emily Dickinson Poems)
634You'll know Her - by Her Foot -The smallest Gamboge HandWith Fingers - where the Toes should be -Would more ...
634You'll know Her - by Her Foot -The smallest Gamboge HandWith Fingers - where the Toes should be -Would more ...
804No Notice gave She, but a Change-No Message, but a Sigh-For Whom, the Time did not sufficeThat She should specify.She ...
I died for Beauty - but was scarceAdjusted in the TombWhen One who died for Truth, was lainIn an adjoining ...
749All but Death, can be Adjusted -Dynasties repaired -Systems - settled in their Sockets -Citadels - dissolved -Wastes of Lives ...
603He found my Being-set it up-Adjusted it to place-Then carved his name-upon it-And bade it to the EastBe faithful-in his ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
He found my Being -- set it up -- Adjusted it to place -- Then carved his name -- upon ...
A train went through a burial gate, A bird broke forth and sang, And trilled, and quivered, and shook his ...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -- No Message, but a Sigh -- For Whom, the Time did not ...
All but Death, can be Adjusted -- Dynasties repaired -- Systems -- settled in their Sockets -- Citadels -- dissolved ...
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
May-, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu' friend, A something to have sent you, Tho' it should serve nae ither ...
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth, To mingle with his stars; and every muse, Astonish'd into silence, ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one another. A bit of grass held ...
Take the name of the swain, a forlorn witless elf Who was chang'd to a flow'r for admiring himself. A ...
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