• 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 Measure Every Grief I Meet

    by Emily Dickinson.


    I measure every grief I meet
    With analytic eyes;
    I wonder if it weighs like mine,
    Or has an easier size.

    I wonder if they bore it long,
    Or did it just begin?
    I could not tell the date of mine,
    It feels so old a pain.

    I wonder if it hurts to live,
    And if they have to try,
    And whether, could they choose between,
    They would not rather die.

    I wonder if when years have piled--
    Some thousands--on the cause
    Of early hurt, if such a lapse
    Could give them any pause;

    Or would they go on aching still
    Through centuries above,
    Enlightened to a larger pain
    By contrast with the love.


    By: Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson Poems