Dickinson

Because I could not stop

I have never seen ‘Volcanoes’

Wild nights

Alone, I cannot be

I am afraid to own a Body

A brief, but patient illness

There’s a certain Slant of light

‘Faith’ is a fine invention

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

Before I got my eye put out

Fame is a fickle food

The only Ghost I ever saw

The Daisy follows soft the Sun

Forbidden Fruit a flavor has

Split the lark

Forever - is composed of Nows

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

I Like a Look of Agony

You cannot put a Fire out

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

It feels a shame to be Alive -

The Soul has Bandaged moments

This is my letter to the World

Sang from the Heart, Sire

A little Madness in the Spring

The Future never spoke

My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun -

Grief is a Mouse

This was a Poet -