Daily Dash 1789

Poems to which I respond in this blog are listed numerically in The Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by R.W. Franklin. 1998.

• A Charm invests a face #430

• A little Dog that wags his tail #1236

• A single Screw of Flesh #293

• A Pit – but Heaven over it – #508

• A Shady friend – for Torrid days - #306

• Adrift! A little boat adrift! #6

• An awful Tempest mashed the air – #224

• As children bid the Guest “Good night” #127

• As Frost is best conceived #911

• As imperceptibly as Grief #935

• As Sleigh Bells seem in Summer – #801

• Autumn – overlooked my Knitting – #786

• Deprived of other Banquet, #872

• Dropped into the Ether Acre – #286

• Dying! Dying in the night #222

• Exhilaration is the Breeze #1157

• Give little Anguish -#422

• Growth of Man – like Growth of Nature -  #790

• Had I not this or this I said #828

• Have you got a Brook in your little heart, #94

• He parts Himself – like Leaves – #655

• He was weak #221

• Heart not so heavy as mine #88

• I did not reach Thee #1708

• I gave Myself to Him - #426

• I had been hungry, all the Years – #439

• I held a Jewel in my fingers - #261

• I learned – at least – what Home could be - #891

• I like to see it lap the miles – #383

• I many times thought Peace had come #737

• I never told the buried gold #38

• I pay – in Satin Cash - #526

• I reason, Earth is short – #403

• I stepped from Plank to Plank #926

• I tie my Hat – I crease my Shawl - #522

• If I may have it, when it’s dead, #431

• If you were coming in the Fall, #356

• I’ll clutch – and clutch – #385

• In Winter in my Room – #1742
• Inconceivably solemn! #414

• Is Bliss then, such Abyss - #371

• It don’t sound so terrible – quite – as it did – #384

• Lightly stepped a yellow star #1698

• Like Brooms of Steel – #1241
• Like Mighty Foot Lights – burned the Red #507

• Luck is not chance – #1360

• Make me a picture of the sun — #1861
• “Morning” – means “Milking” – to the Farmer - #191

• Mine – by the Right of the White Election! #411

• My Cocoon tightens – Colors teaze – #1107

• Nature and God – I neither knew #803

• Nature – the Gentlest Mother is, #741

• Nobody knows this little Rose – 11

• Nor Mountain hinder Me #1041

• On a Columnar Self – #740

• One need not be a Chamber – to be Haunted - #407

• Put up my lute! #324

• Said Death to Passion #988″
• Secrets” is a daily word – #1494
• She dealt her pretty words like Blades – #458

• She sped as Petals from a Rose - #897

• Snow beneath whose chilly softness – #921
• Soto! Explore thyself! – #814
• Success is counted sweetest – #112
• Sunset at Night – is natural – #427

• Sweet is the swamp with it’s secrets, #1780

• The Beggar Lad – dies early -  #496

• The Brain  - is wider than the Sky - #598

• The Butterfly’s Numidian Gown #1395

• The Color of the Grave is Green – #424

• The Day undressed – Herself – #495

• The first Day’s Night had come -  #423

• The Frost of Death was on the Pane – #1130
• The Heart asks Pleasure – first – #588
• The Love a Life can show Below #285

• The Luxury to apprehend #819

• The Moon is distant from the Sea -  #387

• The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized -  #304

• The Spider as an Artist #1373

• The Spirit lasts – but in what mode – #1627

• The Way to know the Bobolink #1348

• The Wind – tapped like a tired Man – #621

• The Zeros taught Us – Phosphorus – #284

• They called me to the Window, for – #589
• They say that “Time assuages” — #861
• There are two Ripenings – #420

• There is a pain – so utter – #515

• There is a word #42
• There is another Loneliness #1138
• There’s a certain Slant of light, – #320

• This Consciousness that is aware #817

• Tho’ my destiny be Fustian -  #131

• Time feels so vast that were it not – #858

• To own the Art within the Soul #1091

• To put this World down, like a Bundle – #404

• “Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, #425

• ‘Twas the old – road – through pain – #376

• We dont cry #231

• We grow accustomed to the Dark – #428

• We talked as Girls do -  #392

• When I hoped, I recollect – #493

• Winter is good — his Hoar Delights – #1374
• Within my Garden, rides a Bird #370

• You’ll know it – as you know ’tis Noon – #429