I Died For Beauty

The Outer—from the Inner

Retrospect

Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much joy! (172)

Ending

A Bee his burnished Carriage

Letter 268 (July 1862) T. W. Higginson

The Future—never spoke (672)

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush

Dying! To be afraid of thee

My Garden

We don’t cry—Tim and I (196)

I watched the Moon around the House

“I”m Wife”

A first Mute Coming

It is easy to work when the soul is at play (244)

2

I envy Seas, whereon He rides

What did They do since I saw Them?

Twas such a little—little boat

You cannot put a Fire out (530)

Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling (314)

You’ll know it—as you know ’tis Noon (420)

The Sun kept setting—setting—still (692)

Letter 289 (Cambridge, about May 1864) Lavinia N. Dickinson

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life

The Lady feeds Her little Bird (941)

If you were coming in the fall

To fight aloud, is very brave (126)

Mama never forgets her birds

Letter 344 (1870?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

Letter 361 (spring 1871) Mrs. Henry Hills

Letter 367 (early October 1871) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

Once more, my now bewildered Dove (48)

Of Brussels—it was not

Not probable—The barest Chance

Forget! The lady with the Amulet (438)

45

This was in the White of the Year (995)

The Monument

Of Being is a Bird (653)

I read my sentence—steadily (412)

Letter 336 (about 1869 - Franklin: about 1865) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

Letter 400 (1873?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

I Have No Life But This

Don’t put up my Thread and Needle

A Cloud withdrew from the Sky

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249)

What shall I do—it whimpers so

I Have Not Told My Garden Yet