Crisis Is a Hair, by Emily Dickinson

It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…

Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower

134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil

613 They shut me up in Prose —

They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…

“I want”—it pleaded—All its life—

731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—

If What we could—were what we would—

407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—

I Meant to Have But Modest Needs

476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—

Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!

492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—

Forever—it composed of Nows—

624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—

The Good Will of a Flower

849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate

Emily Dickinson

Crisis Is a Hair

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