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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

'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Far from Love the Heavenly Father
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A Dew sufficed itself —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A Door just opened on a street —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A Lady red — amid the Hill
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A Light exists in Spring
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A little bread — a crust — a crumb —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A Murmur in the Trees — to note —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Savior! I've no one else to tell —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Few, yet enough,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A Sickness of this World it most occasions
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A Sloop of Amber slips away
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A solemn thing — it was — I said —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Finite — to fail, but infinite to Venture —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
A word is dead
Emily Dickinson · 1896
He touched me, so I live to know
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Forbidden Fruit a flavor has
Emily Dickinson · 1896
She slept beneath a tree —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
All overgrown by cunning moss
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Me — come! My dazzled face
Emily Dickinson · 1896
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls
Emily Dickinson · 1896
From Us She wandered now a Year,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
High from the earth I heard a bird,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
His Bill an Auger is
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Poor little Heart!
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
So proud she was to die
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Softened by Time's consummate plush
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Hope is a subtle Glutton —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Are Friends Delight or Pain?
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Given in Marriage unto Thee
Emily Dickinson · 1896
How dare the robins sing,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
As far from pity, as complaint —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
How still the Bells in Steeples stand
Emily Dickinson · 1896
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Ashes denote that Fire was —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Split the Lark — and you'll find the Music —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Morning — is the place for Dew —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Water, is taught by thirst.
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I breathed enough to take the Trick —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I cried at Pity — not at Pain —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I envy Seas, whereon He rides —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
Emily Dickinson · 1896