Emily Dickinson Poems

Hit Title Date Added
461.
We Play At Paste,

We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
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462.
That Is Solemn We Have Ended

934

That is solemn we have ended
Be it but a Play
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463.
He Fumbles At Your Spirit

He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,
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464.
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend

205

I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because—because if he should die
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465.
I Am Alive - I Guess

I am alive—I guess—
The Branches on my Hand
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466.
If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose

179

If I could bribe them by a Rose
I'd bring them every flower that grows
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467.
If I Should Die

54

If I should die,
And you should live—
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468.
Under The Light, Yet Under

949

Under the Light, yet under,
Under the Grass and the Dirt,
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469.
Twas Crisis—all The Length Had Passed

'Twas Crisis—All the length had passed—
That dull—benumbing time
There is in Fever or Event—
And now the Chance had come—
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470.
There Is A Pain—so Utter

599

There is a pain—so utter—
It swallows substance up—
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