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I am afraid to own a Body
I am alive – I guess
I Came to buy a smile – today
I can wade Grief
I cannot be ashamed
I cannot dance upon my Toes
I cannot live with You
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved
I did not reach Thee
I died for Beauty – but was scarce
I dreaded that first Robin, so
I dwell in Possibility
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
I fear a Man of frugal Speech
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
I felt my life with both my hands
I found the words to every thought
I had a guinea golden
I had been hungry, all the Years
I had no time to Hate
I have a Bird in Spring
I haven’t told my garden yet
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died
I heard, as if I had no Ear
I held a Jewel in my fingers
I hide myself within my flower
I keep my pledge
I know lives, I could miss
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
I like a look of Agony
I like to see it lap the Miles
I lived on Dread
I lost a World – the other day
I many times thought Peace had come
I meant to find Her when I came
I meant to have but modest needs
I measure every Grief I meet
I never felt at Home – Below
I never hear that one is dead
I never hear the word “Escape”
I never saw a Moor
I never told the buried gold
I often passed the village
I prayed, at first, a little Girl
I reason, earth is short
I reckon – when I count it all
I robbed the Woods
I rose – because He sank
I see thee better – in the Dark
I send Two Sunsets
I shall know why – when Time is over
I shall not murmur if at last
I should have been too glad, I see
I should not dare to be so sad
I should not dare to leave my friend
I sing to use the Waiting
I stepped from Plank to Plank
I taste a liquor never brewed
I think I was enchanted
I think to Live – may be a Bliss
I thought the Train would never come
I took one Draught of Life
I tried to think a lonelier Thing
I was the slightest in the House
I would distill a cup
If all the griefs I am to have
If anybody’s friend be dead
If ever the lid gets off my head
If I can stop one Heart from breaking
If I may have it, when it’s dead
If I should cease to bring a Rose
If I should n’t be alive
If recollecting were forgetting
If What we could – were what we would
If you were coming in the Fall
I’ll tell you how the Sun rose
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
I’m “wife” – I’ve finished that
In falling Timbers buried
In lands I never saw – they say
In snow thou comest
In thy long Paradise of Light
In Winter in my Room
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
It did not surprise me
It might be lonelier
It sounded as if the Streets were running
It tossed – and tossed
It troubled me as once I was
It was given to me by the Gods
It was not Death, for I stood up
It was too late for Man
It will be Summer – eventually
It’s all I have to bring today
It’s coming – the postponeless Creature
It’s easy to invent a Life
I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes
I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent
I’ve nothing else – to bring, You know
I’ve seen a Dying Eye
I Years had been from Home