Poems/lyrics
(printed poems and faksimiles provided by the Emily Dickinson Archive edickinson.org)

Emily Dickinson’s handwriting (source: wikicommons, public domain)
  1. This Is My Letter To The World
  2. I See Thee Better In The Dark
  3. Behind Me Dips Eternity
  4. I Would Not Paint A Picture
  5. A Bird Came Down The Walk
  6. The Grass So Little Has To Do
  7. Good Morning Midnight
  8. Different From Before
  9. That I Did Always Love
  10. Make Me A Picture Of The Sun
  11. Nobody Knows This Little Rose
  12. I’m Nobody! Who Are You?

Hint:
> Button to the printed version of the poems on edickinson.org at the very right side of the webpage.


Some lyrics from the album:

This is my letter to the World,
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty.

Her Message is committed
To hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — sweet — Countrymen,
Judge tenderly — of Me!


I see thee better — in the Dark —
I do not need a Light —           
The Love of Thee — a Prism be —
Excelling Violet — 

I see thee better for the Years               
That Hunch themselves between —
The Miner’s Lamp ­— sufficient be —
To nullify the Mine —

And in the Grave — I see Thee best —
It’s little Panels be – Aglow                  
All ruddy — with the Light
I held so high, for Thee —

What need of Day —
To those whose Dark — 
Hath so — Surpassing Sun —  
It deem it be — Continually                 
At the Meridian?    


A Bird, came down the Walk —
He did not know I saw —
He bit an Angleworm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass —
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass —

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all around —
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. —

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home —

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon
leap, plashless as they swim.


That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved
I never lived—Enough—

That I shall love alway—
I argue thee
That love is life—
And life hath Immortality—

This— dost thou doubt—Sweet—
Then have I
Nothing to show
But Calvary—


Nobody knows this little Rose —
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it —
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey —
On its breast to lie —
Only a Bird will wonder —
Only a Breeze will sigh —
Ah Little Rose — how easy
For such as thee to die!


I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be Somebody!
How public – like a Frog
To tell your name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!


These six poems are in public domain.

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