¸ê®Æ·J¾ã   /   §@®a  /  Emily  Dickinson  ·R»eÄR¡E¨f§ó´Ë Emily  Dickinson ·R»eÄR¡E¨f§ó´Ë ¥D­n¤åÃþ¡GPoem ¸ê®Æ´£¨ÑªÌ¡GKate Liu/¼B¬ö¶²;Joseph Morphy/¾¥¾ö;Ray Schulte/¿½²Ã¹p;Fr.Pierre E.Demers/½Í¼w¸q¯«¤÷;Ron Tranqilla   ¤å¥» ¾ÉŪ ¾ÉŪ°ÝÃD A Bird Come Down the Walk A Narrow Fellow In the Grass   After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes As Imperceptibly As Grief   Because I Could Not Stop for Death Exultation Is the Going     How Happy Is the Little Stone   I Died For Beauty, but Was Scarce   I Heard a Fly Buzz When I Died I Like A Look of Agony     I Like to See It Lap the Miles   I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed   I'm Nobody! Who Are You?   My River Runs to Thee   The Bustle ln A House   The Grass So Little Has to Do     The Soul Selects Her Own Society     There's A Certain Slant of Light This Is My Letter to the World   To Hear An Oriole Sing

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