• 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
  • It Was Not Death

    by: Emily Dickinson


    It was not death, for I stood up,
    And all the dead lie down.
    It was not night, for all the bells
    Put out their tongues for noon.

    It was not frost, for on my flesh
    I felt siroccos crawl,
    Nor fire, for just my marble feet
    Could keep a chancel cool.

    And yet it tasted like them all,
    The figures I have seen
    Set orderly for burial
    Reminded me of mine,

    As if my life were shaven
    And fitted to a frame
    And could not breathe without a key,
    And 'twas like midnight, some,

    When everything that ticked has stopped
    And space stares all around,
    Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
    Repeal the beating ground;

    But most like chaos, stopless, cool,
    Without a chance, or spar,
    Or even a report of land
    To justify despair.


    By: Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson Poems