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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

From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Further in Summer than the Birds
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Ample make this Bed —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
An altered look about the hills —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
An awful Tempest mashed the air —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
An Everywhere of Silver
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Portraits are to daily faces
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Unto my Books — so good to turn —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Prayer is the little implement
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Mine Enemy is growing old —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Some, too fragile for winter winds
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Victory comes late —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
South Winds jostle them —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
How happy is the little Stone
Emily Dickinson · 1891
As imperceptibly as Grief
Emily Dickinson · 1891
God gave a Loaf to every Bird —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
God made a little Gentian —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Wait till the Majesty of Death
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Going to Heaven!
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Going to Him! Happy letter!
Emily Dickinson · 1891
At Half past Three, a single Bird
Emily Dickinson · 1891
At least — to pray — is left — is left —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Good Night! Which put the Candle out?
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Morns like these — we parted —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I bring an unaccustomed wine
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I can wade Grief —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I dreaded that first Robin, so,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I found the words to every thought
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I gave myself to Him —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I had been hungry, all the Years —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I had no Cause to be awake —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I have no Life but this —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I haven't told my garden yet —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I held a Jewel in my fingers —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I know a place where Summer strives
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I know that He exists.
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Great Streets of silence led away
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I many times thought Peace had come
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I meant to have but modest needs —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I noticed People disappeared
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I read my sentence — steadily —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I robbed the Woods —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
We play at Paste —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I think just how my shape will rise —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I took my Power in my Hand —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I went to Heaven —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
I Years had been from Home
Emily Dickinson · 1891