the prowling Bee

Precious to Me — She still shall be — Though She forget the name I bear — The fashion of the Gown I wear — The very Color of My Hair — So li...

We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s Act— And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by— It intimates the finer want— Wh...

Where Thou art — that — is Home Cashmere — or Calvary — the same — Degree — or Shame — I scarce esteem Location's Name — So I may Come —...

God gave a Loaf to every Bird — But just a Crumb — to Me — I dare not eat it — tho' I starve — My poignant luxury — To own it — touch it...

It's easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority— It's easy to efface it— The thrifty Dei...

It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by Blast— It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn— It slipped—and slipped— As O...

Sweet Mountains–Ye tell me no lie– Never deny Me–Never fly– Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me–when I fail–or feign, Or take the Royal nam...

She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid— To fetch Her Grace—and Hue— And Fairness...

Behind Me – dips Eternity – Before Me – Immortality – Myself – the Term between – Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray, Dissolving into Dawn ...

Good Night—Which put the Candle out? A jealous Zephyr—not a doubt— Ah, friend, You little knew How long at that celestial wick The Angels—la...

No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—      -F742, J720, Fascicle 36, 1863 Dickinson poems can be useful in a variety of wa...

Nature – the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child – The feeblest – or the waywardest – Her Admonition mild – In Forest – and the Hill –...

On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty That Lever cannot pry— And Wedge cannot divide Convicti...

Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise— Pardon—to look upon thy face— With...