(from the 1955 Johnson edition)
first line number and poem number
A narrow fellow in the grass–986
Because I could not stop for death–712
Before I got my eye put out–327
Dare you see a soul at the white heat?–365
“Hope” is the thing with feathers–254
I cannot live with you–640
I died for beauty, but was scarce–449
I dwell in possibility–657
I felt a funeral in my brain–280
I heard a fly buzz when I died–465
I like to see it lap up the miles–585
I taste a liquor never brewed–214
I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs–508
Much madness is divinest sense–435
My life closed twice before its close–1732
My life had stood a loaded gun–754
Safe in their alabaster chambers–216
Tell all the truth but tell it slant–1129
The brain is wider than the sky–632
The props assist the house–1142
The soul selects her own society–303
There’s a certain slant of light–258
This world is not conclusion–501