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Available Poems in Poems by Emily Dickinson (by Emily Dickinson) [BETA]

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A light exists in Spring  (R. Kent) ITA
A shady friend for torrid days  (R. Baksa)
A solemn thing it was, I said  (H. Mollincone) ITA
A spider sewed at night  (E. Bacon, D. Grantham)
Ample make this bed  (A. Farwell, M. Horvit, U. Kay, B. Holmes, J. Heggie, D. Hagen) ITA
An awful tempest mashed the air  (J. Duke)
As imperceptibly as grief   (E. Bacon, R. Kent, W. Ruiter, R. Thygerson, A. Previn) FRE
At least to pray is left, is left  (E. Laderman)
Dear March, come in   (A. Copland) FRE
Did the harebell loose her girdle  (H. Mollincone)
Each life converges to some centre  (D. Pinkham) ITA
Experiment to me  (O. Luening) ITA
Far from love the Heavenly Father  (T. Pasatieri)
Few, yet enough  (O. Luening)
For each ecstatic instant  (D. Grantham, H. Brunt) ITA FRE
Going to Heaven  (A. Copland) FRE
Going to him! Happy Letter! Tell him  (T. Pasatieri)
Heart, we will forget him  (A. Copland, J. Duke, R. Escher, A. Farwell, R. Smith, G. Steiner, R. Baksa) FRE
Heart, wending late home  (E. Carter)
Hope is the thing with feathers  (L. Berkowitz, G. Binkerd, O. Luening, R. Starer, W. Sydeman)
How happy is the little stone  (E. Bacon, A. Brown, J. Heiss)
How still the bells in steeples stand  (E. Bacon)
I dreaded that first robin so  (E. Laderman)
I envy seas whereon he rides  (H. Mollincone)
I felt a cleavage in my mind  (M. Horvit, S. Kagen, O. Luening)
I felt a funeral in my brain  (A. Copland, M. Horvit) FRE
I have no life but this  (T. Pasatieri, G. Steiner, G. Walker)
I heard a fly buzz when I died   (N. Dinerstein, W. Sydeman, B. Holmes)
I held a jewel in my fingers  (G. Coates, H. Mollincone)
I know a place where summer strives  (R. Perera)
I like to see it lap the miles  (G. Perle, W. Rogers, A. Weiss)
I live with him, I see his face  (E. Laderman, T. Pasatieri, G. Steiner)
I many times thought peace had come  (E. Gold, T. Pasatieri)
I took my power in my hand  (R. Baksa, R. Schroyens) DUT
I went to Heaven  (G. Walker)
I'm nobody! Who are you  ([more than ten composers]) ITA GER
It sifts from leaden sieves  (E. Bacon)
It's all I have to bring today  (D. Aperans, E. Bacon, J. Kennedy, E. Bacon)
It's such a little thing to weep  (E. Bacon)
Let down the bars, O Death   (E. Bacon, S. Barber, J. Duke, T. Pasatieri, V. Weigl, R. Jordahl)
Mine enemy is growing old,  (S. Kagen)
Musicians wrestle everywhere   (E. Carter, P. Mennin)
My life closed twice before its close  (E. Gold, E. Laderman) GER
Nature, the gentlest mother  (E. Bacon, A. Copland) FRE
Of all the souls that stand create  (C. Shearer)
On this wondrous sea  (E. Bacon, A. Farwell, V. Weigl, E. Bacon)
One need not be a chamber to be haunted  (D. Grantham, L. Talma)
Pigmy seraphs gone astray  (E. Bacon)
Poor little heart  (E. Bacon, R. Baksa, C. Dickinson)
Remorse is memory awake  (S. Kagen)
She died, - this was the way she died  (R. Ward)
South winds jostle them  (R. Perera)
Split the lark and you'll find the music  (P. Schwartz)
Summer for thee grant I may be  (G. Steiner)
Surgeons must be very careful  (A. Brown)
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets  (E. Bacon)
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings  (E. Bacon)
The brain is wider than the sky  (D. Pinkham)
The crickets sang  (E. Bacon, B. Holmes)
The moon was but a chin of gold  (G. Binkerd)
The one that could repeat the summer day  (R. Perera)
The rose did caper on her cheek  (C. Dickinson, J. Duke)
The show is not the show  (O. Luening)
The spider as an artist  (D. Grantham)
The wind tapped like a tired man  (R. Escher, G. Perle)
There came a wind like a bugle   (E. Bacon, M. Bliss, A. Copland, L. Hoiby, T. Pasatieri, G. Perle) FRE
To hear an oriole sing  (A. Kunz)
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,  (E. Bacon, J. Berger, R. Escher, R. Perera, E. Bacon, J. Heggie)
To venerate the simple days  (E. Bacon)
Two butterflies went out at noon  (R. Baksa, R. Green, J. Kennedy, D. Hagen)
Water is taught by thirst  (E. Bacon) FRE
We cover thee, sweet face  (E. Bacon)
We never know we go, - when we are going  (E. Bacon) FRE
What if I say I shall not wait  (G. Perle, R. Thomas, G. Walker, J. Heggie)
What inn is this  (R. Baksa, N. Rorem, B. Holmes)
What soft, cherubic creatures  (E. Bacon)
When I hoped I feared  (O. Luening)
When roses cease to bloom, sir  (E. Bacon, N. Peros) FRE
Who robbed the woods  (R. Baksa)
Wild nights! -- Wild nights   ([more than ten composers]) ITA GER
Will there really be a morning  (E. Bacon, G. Coates, V. Persichetti, C. Willeby, R. Hundley, A. Previn, R. Gordon, B. Holmes) FRE