• 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
  • I Had Been Hungry All The Years

    by Emily Dickinson.


    I had been hungry all the years-
    My noon had come, to dine-
    I, trembling, drew the table near
    And touched the curious wine.

    'T was this on tables I had seen
    When turning, hungry, lone,
    I looked in windows, for the wealth
    I could not hope to own.

    I did not know the ample bread,
    'T was so unlike the crumb
    The birds and I had often shared
    In Nature's dining-room.

    The plenty hurt me, 't was so new,--
    Myself felt ill and odd,
    As berry of a mountain bush
    Transplanted to the road.

    Nor was I hungry; so I found
    That hunger was a way
    Of persons outside windows,
    The entering takes away.



    By: Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson Poems