Besides the Autumn Poets Sing By EMILY DICKINSON Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze — A few incisive Mornings — A few Ascetic Eves — Gone — Mr. Bryant’s “Golden Rod” — And Mr. Thomson’s “sheaves.” Still, is the … Read more
As Imperceptibly as Grief
By EMILY DICKINSON
We should not mind so small a flower
By EMILY DICKINSON
Nobody knows this little Rose
By EMILY DICKINSON
Have you got a Brook in your little heart Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so — And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there, And yet your little draught of life Is daily … Read more
The Bee is Not Afraid of Me The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially — The Brooks laugh louder when I come — The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day? -Emily Dickinson
