• Because I could not Stop for Death
  • Death Sets a Thing Significant
  • Each Ecstatic Instant
  • I felt a Funeral in the Brain
  • I Cannot Live With You
  • I died for Beauty
  • I Measure Every Grief
  • I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
  • It was Not Death
  • Hope is the Thing with Feathers
  • T'is so Much Joy
  • Success is Counted Sweetest
  • Much Madness
  • No Time to Hate
  • Hungry all These Years
  • I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died
  • God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird
  • I'm Nobody
  • God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird

    by Emily Dickinson.


    God gave a loaf to every bird,
    But just a crumb to me;
    I dare not eat it, though I starve,--
    My poignant luxury
    To own it, touch it, prove the feat
    That made the pellet mine,--
    Too happy in my sparrow chance
    For ampler coveting.

    It might be famine all around,
    I could not miss an ear,
    Such plenty smiles upon my board,
    My garner shows so fair.
    I wonder how the rich may feel,--
    An Indiaman--an Earl?
    I deem that I with but a crumb
    Am sovereign of them all.



    By: Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson Poems