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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

If anybody's friend be dead
Emily Dickinson · 1891
If I should die,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Step lightly on this narrow spot —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Went up a year this evening!
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Musicians wrestle everywhere —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
My country need not change her gown,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
In lands I never saw — they say
Emily Dickinson · 1891
My nosegays are for Captives —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
What if I say I shall not wait!
Emily Dickinson · 1891
What Inn is this
Emily Dickinson · 1891
When I hoped I feared —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Where Ships of Purple — gently toss —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Nature — the Gentlest Mother is,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Nature rarer uses Yellow
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Who never lost, are unprepared
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Whose are the little beds, I asked
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Surgeons must be very careful
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Is Heaven a Physician?
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Before I got my eye put out
Emily Dickinson · 1891
It can't be "Summer"!
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Before you thought of Spring
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Will there really be a "Morning"?
Emily Dickinson · 1891
It sifts from Leaden Sieves —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
It sounded as if the Streets were running
Emily Dickinson · 1891
It tossed — and tossed —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
It was not Death, for I stood up,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Taken from men — this morning —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Talk with prudence to a Beggar
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Besides the Autumn poets sing
Emily Dickinson · 1891
No Brigadier throughout the Year
Emily Dickinson · 1891
No Life can pompless pass away —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Delight — becomes pictorial —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Body grows without —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Just lost, when I was saved!
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Of all the Souls that stand create —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Day came slow — till Five o'clock —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Your Riches — taught me — Poverty
Emily Dickinson · 1891
On such a night, or such a night,
Emily Dickinson · 1891
One of the ones that Midas touched
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Gentian weaves her fringes —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Bring me the sunset in a cup
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Our journey had advanced —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Each Life Converges to some Centre —
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Leaves like Women interchange
Emily Dickinson · 1891
Lay this Laurel on the One
Emily Dickinson · 1891
The Moon is distant from the Sea —
Emily Dickinson · 1891