Category Archives: Emily Dickinson on Life
- Emily Dickinson – LXVIII – MINE enemy is growing old
- Emily Dickinson – LXVII – A DEED knocks first at thought
- Emily Dickinson – LXVI – WHEN I hoped I feared
- Emily Dickinson – LXV – GOOD night! which put the candle out
- Emily Dickinson – LXIV – HE preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow
- Emily Dickinson – LXIII – TALK with prudence to a beggar
- Emily Dickinson – LXII – BEFORE I got my eye put out
- Emily Dickinson – LXI – EACH life converges to some centre
- Emily Dickinson – LX – A SHADY friend for torrid days
- Emily Dickinson – LIX – I TOOK my power in my hand