Category Archives: Emily Dickinson on Nature
- Emily Dickinson – LIKE mighty footlights burned the red
- Emily Dickinson – SHE sweeps with many-colored brooms
- Emily Dickinson – BRING me the sunset in a cup
- Emily Dickinson – SOUTH winds jostle them
- Emily Dickinson – THE wind begun to rock the grass
- Emily Dickinson – FREQUENTLY the woods are pink
- Emily Dickinson – THE rat is the concisest tenant
- Emily Dickinson – IT sounded as if the streets were running
- Emily Dickinson – HOW happy is the little stone
- Emily Dickinson – THE leaves, like women, interchange