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Emily Dickinson

Born in 1830 in Massachusetts, Emily Dickinson lived in almost total physical isolation from the outside world and is now linked with Walt Whitman as founders of a unique American poetic voice...
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	FURTHER READING


		Poems About Love
		Paradise Lost, Book IV, Lines 639–652 by John Milton

		A Ditty by Sir Philip Sidney

		A Drinking Song by W. B. Yeats

		Answer to a Child's Question by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

		As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden

		Credo by Matthew Rohrer

		Dear Tiara by Sean Thomas Dougherty

		Dependants by Paul Farley

		Elegy in Joy [excerpt] by Muriel Rukeyser

		Epithalamium by Matthew Rohrer

		How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

		I Love You by Sara Teasdale

		In Passing by Stanley Plumly

		It Was Raining In Delft by Peter Gizzi

		June Light by Richard Wilbur

		Love by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

		Lullaby by W. H. Auden

		Midwinter Day [Excerpt] by Bernadette Mayer

		Miss Sally on Love by Shara McCallum

		My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130) by William Shakespeare

		somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings

		Sonnets on Love XIII by Jean de Sponde

		syntax by Maureen N. McLane

		The Love Unfeigned by Geoffrey Chaucer

		To Dorothy by Marvin Bell

		True Love by Robert Penn Warren

		True Love by Barry Gifford

		Two Loves by Lord Alfred Douglas

		What Was Told, That by Jalalu'l-din Rumi

		When You are Old by W. B. Yeats

		Who Shall Doubt by George Oppen

		Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249) by Emily Dickinson


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It's all I have to bring today (26)
by Emily Dickinson

It's all I have to bring today – This, and my heart beside – This, and my heart, and all the fields – And all the meadows wide – Be sure you count – should I forget Some one the sum could tell – This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell.

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