Category Archives: Emily Dickinson on Life
- Emily Dickinson – XCVIII – WHILE I was fearing it, it came
- Emily Dickinson – XCVII – WE never know how high we are
- Emily Dickinson – XCVI – MY life closed twice before its close
- Emily Dickinson – XCV – COULD mortal lip divine
- Emily Dickinson – XCIV – IF the foolish call them “flowers”
- Emily Dickinson – XCIII – HOW still the bells in steeples stand
- Emily Dickinson – XCII – DROWNING is not so pitiful
- Emily Dickinson – XCI – IT’S such a little thing to weep
- Emily Dickinson – XC – TO venerate the simple days
- Emily Dickinson – LXXXIX – A WORD is dead