Each That We Lose Takes Part Of Us;
Emily Dickinson
1605 Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.
Next 10 Poems
- Emily Dickinson : Eden Is That Old-fashioned House
- Emily Dickinson : Elijah's Wagon Knew No Thill
- Emily Dickinson : Elizabeth Told Essex
- Emily Dickinson : Elysium Is As Far As To
- Emily Dickinson : Embarrassment Of One Another
- Emily Dickinson : Empty My Heart, Of Thee
- Emily Dickinson : Endanger It, And The Demand
- Emily Dickinson : Ended, Ere It Begun-
- Emily Dickinson : Endow The Living-with The Tears
- Emily Dickinson : Escape Is Such A Thankful Word
Previous 10 Poems
- Emily Dickinson : Each Second Is The Last
- Emily Dickinson : Each Scar I'll Keep For Him
- Emily Dickinson : Each Life Converges To Some Centre
- Emily Dickinson : Dying! To Be Afraid Of Thee
- Emily Dickinson : Dying! Dying In The Night!
- Emily Dickinson : Dying At My Music!
- Emily Dickinson : Dust Is The Only Secret
- Emily Dickinson : Drowning Is Not So Pitiful
- Emily Dickinson : Dropped Into The Ether Acre
- Emily Dickinson : Dreams-are Well-but Waking's Better
