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Emily Dickinson
Complete Poems

        14. One Sister have I in our house
        187. How many times these low feet staggered
        271. A solemn thing - it was - I said
        273. He put the Belt around my life
        303. The Soul selects her own Society
        304. The Day came slow - till Five o'clock
        314. Nature - sometimes sears a Sapling
        315. He fumbles at your Soul
        317. Just so - Jesus - raps
        365. Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
        400. A Tongue - to tell Him I am true!
        401. What Soft - Cherubic Creatures
        402. I pay - in Satin Cash
        406. Some - Work for Immortality
        407. If What we could - were what we would
        418. Not in this World to see his face
        434. To love thee Year by Year -
        435. Much Madness is divinest Sense
        438. Forget! The lady with the Amulet
        441. This is my letter to the World
        442. God made a little Gentian
        443. I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl
        444. It feels a shame to be Alive
        445. 'Twas just this time, last year, I died
        446. I showed her Heights she never saw
        447. Could - I do more - for Thee
        448. This was a Poet - It is That
        449. I died for Beauty - but was scarce
        452. The Malay - took the Pearl
        454. It was given to me by the Gods
        458. Like eyes that looked on Wastes
        462. Why make it doubt - it hurts it so
        463. I live with Him - I see His face
        465. I heard a Fly buzz - when I died
        466. 'Tis little I - could care for Pearls
        479. She dealt her pretty words like Blades
        483. A Solemn thing within the Soul
        486. I was the slightest in the House
        488. Myself was formed - a Carpenter
        494. Going to Him! Happy letter!
        505. I would not paint - a picture
        543. I fear a Man of frugal Speech
        544. The Martyr Poets - did not tell
        599. There is a pain - so utter
        601. A still - Volcano Life
        603. He found my Being - set it up
        605. The Spider holds a Silver Ball
        675. Essential Oils - are wrung
        613. They shut me up in Prose
        617. Don't put up my Thread and Needle
        657. I dwell in Possibility
        701. A Thought went up my mind today
        704. No matter - now - Sweet
        709. Publication - is the Auction
        712. Because I could not stop for Death
        713. Fame of Myself, to justify
        732. She rose to His Requirement - dropt
        754. My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -
        919. If I can stop one Heart from breaking
        985. The Missing All - prevented Me
        1039. I heard, as if I had no Ear
        1045. Nature rarer uses Yellow
        1048. Reportless Subjects, to the Quick
        1053. It was a quiet way -
        1072. Title divine - is mine!
        1075. The Sky is low - the Clouds are mean
        1079. The Sun went down - no Man looked on -
        1081. Superiority to Fate
        1084. At Half past Three, a single Bird
        1099. My Cocoon tightens - Colors tease -
        1126. Shall I take thee, the Poet said
        1129. Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
        1138. A Spider sewed at Night
        1146. When Etna basks and purrs
        1158. Best Witchcraft is Geometry
        1212. A word is dead
        1247. To pile like Thunder to its close
        1261. A Word dropped careless on a Page
        1275. The Spider as an Artist
        1545. The Bible is an antique Volume
        1651. A Word made Flesh is seldom
        1677. On my volcano grows the Grass
        1737. Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!


Bidrag fra Anne Dorte Fridberg.
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Kilde er Johnson, Thomas H.(ed.), Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems, (1890), (London and Boston: Faber and Faber, 1975)
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