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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!.

Books

To their apartment deep
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Today or this noon
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Too cold is this
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Two Lengths has every Day —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Exhilaration is the Breeze
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Forever honored by the Tree
Emily Dickinson · 1914
The Luxury to apprehend
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I bet with every Wind that blew
Emily Dickinson · 1914
I did not reach Thee
Emily Dickinson · 1914
If I could tell how glad I was
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Immured in Heaven!
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Distance — is not the Realm of Fox
Emily Dickinson · 1914
Dropped into the Ether Acre —
Emily Dickinson · 1914
That she forgot me was the least
Emily Dickinson · 1914
A feather from the Whippoorwill
Emily Dickinson · 1929
The Only News I know
Emily Dickinson · 1929
Further Poems of Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson · 1929
There is a pain — so utter —
Emily Dickinson · 1929
A little Dog that wags his tail
Emily Dickinson · 1945
The Truth — is stirless —
Emily Dickinson · 1945
On the bleakness of my lot
Emily Dickinson
His life was like a bugle
Emily Dickinson
A Counterfeit — a Plated Person —
Emily Dickinson
Fame is a bee.
Emily Dickinson
A Letter is a joy of Earth —
Emily Dickinson
A little overflowing word
Emily Dickinson
Parting with Thee reluctantly,
Emily Dickinson
A Wind that rose
Emily Dickinson
A Word dropped careless on a Page
Emily Dickinson
Perhaps they do not go so far
Emily Dickinson
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed —
Emily Dickinson
All things swept sole away
Emily Dickinson
His little Hearse like Figure
Emily Dickinson
An Hour is a Sea
Emily Dickinson
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird
Emily Dickinson
Climbing to reach the costly Hearts
Emily Dickinson
Hope is a strange invention —
Emily Dickinson
Sometimes with the Heart
Emily Dickinson
How brittle are the Piers
Emily Dickinson
How much of Source escapes with thee —
Emily Dickinson
How slow the Wind —
Emily Dickinson
As if I asked a common Alms,
Emily Dickinson
As Summer into Autumn slips
Emily Dickinson
Go not too near a House of Rose —
Emily Dickinson
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
Emily Dickinson
Go thy great way!
Emily Dickinson
God made no act without a cause,
Emily Dickinson
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Emily Dickinson