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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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American poet (1830-1886)

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About the author

Emily Dickinson was an American poet of the 19th century. Much of her work was not published during her lifetime, and she later came to be seen as one of the central figures in American poetry. She is closely associated with compact poems that say a great deal in a small space.

Her writing often turns toward death, faith, and inner life, while also touching on wider historical concerns such as the American Civil War. The style is often elliptical, with sharp images and a compressed voice that leaves room for the reader. Her poems do not explain everything directly; they invite you to sit with tension, pause, and reread.

A good place to start is Because I could not stop for Death, I heard a Fly buzz when I died, and "Hope" is the thing with feathers. These poems give a clear sense of her themes and her way of working with language. If you want a shorter, more playful entry point, try I'm Nobody! Who are you? or Wild Nights - Wild Nights!.

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So set its Sun in Thee
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Some Days retired from the rest
Emily Dickinson · 1914
How destitute is he
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Volcanoes be in Sicily
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Glory is that bright tragic thing
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Glowing is her Bonnet,
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Speech is one symptom of Affection
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I can't tell you — but you feel it —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I fit for them —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I never told the buried gold
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I see thee better — in the Dark —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I send Two Sunsets —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I showed her Heights she never saw —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
We should not mind so small a flower —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I watched her face to see which way
Emily Dickinson · 1914
If pain for peace prepares
Emily Dickinson · 1914
If What we could — were what we would —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
My wheel is in the dark!
Emily Dickinson · 1914
In Winter in my Room
Emily Dickinson · 1914
When Etna basks and purrs
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Summer begins to have the look
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Who were "the Father and the Son"
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Beauty crowds me till I die
Emily Dickinson · 1914
No Autumn's intercepting Chill
Emily Dickinson · 1914
No matter where the Saints abide,
Emily Dickinson · 1914
No Other can reduce
Emily Dickinson · 1914
No Romance sold unto
Emily Dickinson · 1914
That Love is all there is,
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Not any sunny tone
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The Blunder is in estimate.
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Bloom upon the Mountain — stated —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The butterfly obtains
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Dew — is the Freshet in the Grass —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Just so — Jesus — raps —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Of so divine a Loss
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Of this is Day composed
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The Devil — had he fidelity
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The difference between Despair
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The duties of the Wind are few,
Emily Dickinson · 1914
On my volcano grows the Grass
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The Face we choose to miss —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Down Time's quaint stream
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The feet of people walking home
Emily Dickinson · 1914