Poems to which I respond in this blog are listed numerically in The Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by R.W. Franklin. 1998.

  • A Charm invests a face #430

  • A little Dog that wags his tail #1236

  • A single Screw of Flesh #293

  • A Pit – but Heaven over it – #508

  • A Shady friend – for Torrid days – #306

  • Adrift! A little boat adrift! #6

  • An awful Tempest mashed the air – #224

  • As children bid the Guest “Good night” #127

  • As Frost is best conceived #911

  • As imperceptibly as Grief #935

  • As Sleigh Bells seem in Summer – #801

  • Autumn – overlooked my Knitting – #786

  • Deprived of other Banquet, #872

  • Dropped into the Ether Acre – #286

  • Dying! Dying in the night #222

  • Exhilaration is the Breeze #1157

  • Give little Anguish -#422

  • Growth of Man – like Growth of Nature –  #790

  • Had I not this or this I said #828

  • Have you got a Brook in your little heart, #94

  • He parts Himself – like Leaves – #655

  • He was weak #221

  • Heart not so heavy as mine #88

  • I did not reach Thee #1708

  • I gave Myself to Him – #426

  • I had been hungry, all the Years – #439

  • I held a Jewel in my fingers – #261

  • I learned – at least – what Home could be – #891

  • I like to see it lap the miles – #383

  • I many times thought Peace had come #737

  • I never told the buried gold #38

  • I pay – in Satin Cash – #526

  • I reason, Earth is short – #403

  • I stepped from Plank to Plank #926

  • I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl – #522

  • If I may have it, when it’s dead, #431

  • If you were coming in the Fall, #356

  • I’ll clutch – and clutch – #385

  • In Winter in my Room – #1742
  • Inconceivably solemn! #414

  • Is Bliss then, such Abyss – #371

  • It don’t sound so terrible – quite – as it did – #384

  • Lightly stepped a yellow star #1698

  • Like Brooms of Steel – #1241
  • Like Mighty Foot Lights – burned the Red #507

  • Luck is not chance – #1360

  • Make me a picture of the sun — #1861
  • “Morning” – means “Milking” – to the Farmer – #191

  • Mine – by the Right of the White Election! #411

  • My Cocoon tightens – Colors teaze – #1107

  • Nature and God – I neither knew #803

  • Nature – the Gentlest Mother is, #741

  • Nobody knows this little Rose – 11

  • Nor Mountain hinder Me #1041

  • On a Columnar Self – #740

  • One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted – #407

  • Put up my lute! #324

  • Said Death to Passion #988″
  • Secrets” is a daily word – #1494
  • She dealt her pretty words like Blades – #458

  • She sped as Petals from a Rose – #897

  • Snow beneath whose chilly softness – #921
  • Soto! Explore thyself! – #814
  • Success is counted sweetest – #112
  • Sunset at Night – is natural – #427

  • Sweet is the swamp with it’s secrets, #1780

  • The Beggar Lad – dies early –  #496

  • The Brain  – is wider than the Sky – #598

  • The Butterfly’s Numidian Gown #1395

  • The Color of the Grave is Green – #424

  • The Day undressed – Herself – #495

  • The first Day’s Night had come –  #423

  • The Frost of Death was on the Pane – #1130
  • The Heart asks Pleasure – first – #588
  • The Love a Life can show Below #285

  • The Luxury to apprehend #819

  • The Moon is distant from the Sea –  #387

  • The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –  #304

  • The Spider as an Artist #1373

  • The Spirit lasts – but in what mode – #1627

  • The Way to know the Bobolink #1348

  • The Wind – tapped like a tired Man – #621

  • The Zeros taught Us – Phosphorus – #284

  • They called me to the Window, for – #589
  • They say that “Time assuages” — #861
  • There are two Ripenings – #420

  • There is a pain – so utter – #515

  • There is a word #42
  • There is another Loneliness #1138
  • There’s a certain Slant of light, – #320

  • This Consciousness that is aware #817

  • Tho’ my destiny be Fustian –  #131

  • Time feels so vast that were it not – #858

  • To own the Art within the Soul #1091

  • To put this World down, like a Bundle – #404

  • “Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, #425

  • ‘Twas the old – road – through pain – #376

  • We dont cry #231

  • We grow accustomed to the Dark – #428

  • We talked as Girls do –  #392

  • When I hoped, I recollect – #493

  • Winter is good — his Hoar Delights – #1374
  • Within my Garden, rides a Bird #370

  • You’ll know it – as you know ’tis Noon – #429
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2 Responses to “Numerically”

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