Emily D
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I dwell in possibility.
—Emily Dickinson
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Poem: I dwell in Possibility –
Poem: Forever – is composed of Nows –
Poem: In this short Life that only lasts an hour
Poem: There's a certain Slant of light
Poem: There is no Frigate like a Book
Poem: Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Poem: I cautious scanned my little life
Poem: After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
Poem: I never felt at home below
Poem: I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Poem: Wild nights - Wild nights!
Poem: To fight aloud is very brave -
Poem: We should not mind so small a flower
Poem: “Faith” is a fine invention
Poem: A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Poem: I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Poem: I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
Poem: I started Early – Took my Dog –
Poem: I would not paint — a picture —
Poem: Much Madness is divinest Sense
Poem: Success is counted sweetest
Poem: A not admitting of the wound
Poem: Of Glory not a Beam is left
Poem: The Poets light but Lamps —
Poem: It’s easy to invent a life
Poem: No crowd that has occurred
Poem: This World is not Conclusion