Compact disc. Notes by Roy McMillan inserted in container. Read by Teresa Gallagher.
Contents:
A drop fell on the apple tree -- A narrow Fellow in the Grass -- A poor torn heart, a tattered heart -- A something in a summer's day -- A still -- Volcano -- Life -- A thought went up my mind to-day -- A toad can die of light! A word is dead -- A wounded deer leaps highest adrift! A little boat adrift! -- After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- All the letters I can write alter? When the hills do -- Ample make this bed apparently with no surprise -- As imperceptible as Grief Beauty - be not cause - it is -- Because I could not stop for Death -- Come slowly, Eden! -- Dear March, come in! -- Death is a dialogue between Drab habitation of whom -- Drowning is not so pitiful each that we lose takes part of us -- Eden is that old fashioned House Exultation is the going -- Fame is a fickle food finite to fail but infinite to venture -- Forbidden fruit a flavor has forever -is composed of Nows -- Glee! The great storm is over -- He ate and drank the precious words he fumbles at your Soul -- He touched me, so I live to know -- Heart not so heavy as mine -- Heart! We will forget him! Heaven is what I cannot reach! -- Her final summer was it hope is a subtle glutton -- Hope is the thing with feathers how happy is the little Stone -- How the old Mountains drip with Sunset -- I asked no other thing I bring an unaccustomed wine -- I can wade grief -- I cannot live with you -- I died for beauty, but was scarce -- I dreaded that first Robin, so -- I dwell in Possibility -- I envy seas whereon he rides -- I felt a Funeral, in my Brain -- I gave myself to him -- I had no cause to be awake -- I had no time to hate, because I have never seen "Volcanoes" -- I have no life but this I hear a fly buzz when I died -- I hide myself within my flower I know a place where summer strives -- I know some lonely houses off the road -- I many times thought peace had come I meant to find her when I came -- I meant to have but modest needs -- I never saw a moor -- I should not dare to leave my friend -- I stepped from plank to plank -- I taste a liquor never brewed -- I think the hemlock likes to stand -- I took my power in my hand I went to heaven -- If I can stop one heart from breaking If I may have it when it's dead -- If recollecting were forgetting If you were coming in the fall -- I'll tell you how the Sun rose -- I'm nobody! Who are you? Is Heaven a physician? -- It might be easier it sounded as if the streets were running -- It tossed and tossed -- It was not Death, for I stood up -- It's such a little thing to weep like rain it sounded till it curved -- Love is anterior to life luck is not chance -- Mine by the right of the white election! Mine enemy is growing old -- Much madness is divinest sense my life closed twice before its close -- My life had stood-a loaded gun -- Nature rarer uses yellow not knowing when the dawn will come -- Not with a club, the heart is broken of all the souls that stand create -- On this wondrous sea -- One blessing had I, than the rest -- One need not be a chamber-to be haunted -- Pain has an element of blank proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it -- Safe in their Alabaster Chambers she died-this was the way she died -- Some keep the Sabbath going to church success is counted sweetest -- Surgeons must be very careful tell all the truth but tell it slant -- That after horror -- That I did always love that love is all there is -- The brain within its groove the day came slow till five o'clock -- The dying need but little, Dear -- The grass so little has to do -- The grave my little cottage is the heart asks pleasure first -- The leaves, like women, interchange the moon is distant from the sea -- the one that could repeat the summer day the pedigree of honey -- The rat is the concisest tenant -- The soul has bandaged moments -- The soul should always stand ajar the spider as an artist -- The waters chased him as he fled -- The way I read a letter's this -- The wind begun to rock the grass -- There came a wind like a bugle -- there is no frigate like a book -- There's a certain slant of light -- There's been a death in the opposite house -- They might not need me-yet they might they say that 'time assuages' -- this is my letter to the world -- This world is not conclusion -- "Tis little I could care for pearls -- "Tis not the dying hurts us so to make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee --'Twas like a maelstrom, with a notch -- Unable are the loved to die we never know how high we are -- We never know we go,-when are we going what if I say I shall not wait? -- What inn is this where thou art-that -- While I was fearing it, it came wild nights! Wild nights! -- Will there really be a morning? -- You left me, sweet, two legacies.
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