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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

I had a daily Bliss
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I had a guinea golden —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I have a King, who does not speak —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I live with Him — I see His face —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I meant to find Her when I came —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I measure every Grief I meet
Emily Dickinson · 1896
We Cover Thee — Sweet Face —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
We learn it in Retreating
Emily Dickinson · 1896
We like March
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I sing to use the Waiting
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I stepped from Plank to Plank
Emily Dickinson · 1896
We never know how high we are
Emily Dickinson · 1896
We never know we go when we are going —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
We outgrow love, like other things
Emily Dickinson · 1896
We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I worked for chaff and earning Wheat
Emily Dickinson · 1896
If I may have it, when it's dead,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
If recollecting were forgetting,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
If the foolish, call them "flowers" —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Immortal is an ample word
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Could I but ride indefinite
Emily Dickinson · 1896
My friend must be a Bird —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
My life closed twice before its close —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
My Worthiness is all my Doubt —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
What Soft — Cherubic Creatures —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
While Asters —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
While we were fearing it, it came —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Summer for thee, grant I may be
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Superfluous were the Sun
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Who has not found the Heaven — below —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Superiority to Fate
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Who never wanted — maddest Joy
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Before the ice is in the pools —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It dropped so low — in my Regard —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It is an honorable Thought
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It might be lonelier
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It struck me — every Day —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It will be Summer—eventually
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It's all I have to bring today —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It's like the Light —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
It's such a little thing to weep —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
I've got an arrow here.
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Bereaved of all, I went abroad —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
That is solemn we have ended
Emily Dickinson · 1896
That Such have died enable Us
Emily Dickinson · 1896