10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts
Poems of Emily Dickinson
We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act -
We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing - P
Went Up A Year This Evening!
Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee -
What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer
What Did They Do Since I Saw Them?
What I See Not, I Better See
What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
What Inn Is This
What Is— -
What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles
What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So -
What Soft—cherubic Creatures -
What Would I Give To See His Face?
When a Lover is a Beggar
When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins - P
When Diamonds Are A Legend
When I Count The Seeds
When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge
When I Hoped, I Recollect
When I Was Small, A Woman Died
When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side
When Memory is full
When Night Is Almost Done
When One Has Given Up One's Life
When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir
When The Astronomer Stops Seeking
When We Stand On The Tops Of Things
Where Bells No More Affright The Morn
Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread
Where Ships Of Purple—gently Toss -
Where Thou Art—that—is Home - P
Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea
Whether they have forgotten
While It Is Alive
Who Court Obtain Within Himself
Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men
Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared
Who Occupies This House?
Who Were 'The Father And The Son'
Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets
Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked
Whose Cheek Is This?
Whose Pink career may have a close
Why Do I Love You, Sir?
Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven?
Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So -
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Will There Really Be A "Morning"?
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