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

- This Is My Letter To The World
- I See Thee Better In The Dark
- Behind Me Dips Eternity
- I Would Not Paint A Picture
- A Bird Came Down The Walk
- The Grass So Little Has To Do
- Good Morning Midnight
- Different From Before
- That I Did Always Love
- Make Me A Picture Of The Sun
- Nobody Knows This Little Rose
- I’m Nobody! Who Are You?
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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.