Poems by Emily Dickinson

• Perhaps you think me stooping
• Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower
• Peril as a Possesssion
• Pigmy seraphs—gone astray
• Pile of Years is not so high, The
• Pink—small—and punctual—
• Pit—but Heaven over it—, A
• Planted Life—diversified, A
• Poets light but Lamps, The
• Poor little Heart!
• poor—torn heart—a tattered heart, A
• Popular Heart is a Cannon first—, The
• Portraits are to daily faces
• Power is a familiar growth—
• power to be true to You, The
• Praise it—’tis dead—
• Prayer is the little implement
• Precious to Me—She still shall be
• precious—mouldering pleasure, A
• Presentiment—is that long Shadow—on the Lawn
• pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves, The
• Prison gets to be a friend, A
• Products of my Farm are these, The
• Promise This—When You be Dying
• prompt—executive Bird is the Jay—, A

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