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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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Morning is due to all —
Emily Dickinson
I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there
Emily Dickinson
I saw that the Flake was on it
Emily Dickinson
We knew not that we were to live —
Emily Dickinson
I sued the News — yet feared — the News
Emily Dickinson
We send the Wave to find the Wave —
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We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow.
Emily Dickinson
We shun it ere it comes,
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We wear our sober Dresses when we die,
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Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
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Count not that far that can be had,
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My Maker — let me be
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What tenements of clover
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When we have ceased to care
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Summer laid her simple Hat
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Whose Pink career may have a close
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Sweet Pirate of the heart,
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Is it too late to touch you, Dear?
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Is it true, dear Sue?
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It stole along so stealthy
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Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy,
Emily Dickinson
No ladder needs the bird but skies
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Than Heaven more remote,
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Birthday of but a single pang
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Not at Home to Callers
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Not seeing, still we know —
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Not Sickness stains the Brave,
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Not that he goes — we love him more
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Now I lay thee down to Sleep
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The Bible is an antique Volume —
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Obtaining but our own Extent
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The Butterfly in honored Dust
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The Butterfly upon the Sky,
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Of Life to own —
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The Clock strikes one that just struck two —
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Of their peculiar light
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The competitions of the sky
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Oh what a Grace is this,
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The Dandelion's pallid tube
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The ecstasy to guess
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The Face in evanescence lain
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The Flake the Wind exasperate
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One thing of it we borrow
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Opinion is a flitting thing
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The going from a world we know
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Pursuing you in your transitions,
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Lad of Athens, faithful be
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The immortality she gave
Emily Dickinson
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