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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

Dear March — Come in —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Death is like the insect
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Not any higher stands the Grave
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Not with a Club, the Heart is broken
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Bone that has no Marrow,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Of Bronze — and Blaze —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Crickets sang
Emily Dickinson · 1896
You've seen Balloons set — Haven't You?
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The distance that the dead have gone
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Dying need but little, Dear,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The farthest Thunder that I heard
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Drab Habitation of Whom?
Emily Dickinson · 1896
On this wondrous sea
Emily Dickinson · 1896
One Blessing had I than the rest
Emily Dickinson · 1896
One Day is there of the Series
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Drowning is not so pitiful
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The grave my little cottage is,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Each that we lose takes part of us;
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Our lives are Swiss —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The murmuring of Bees, has ceased
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Remembrance has a Rear and Front —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Past is such a curious Creature
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The reticent volcano keeps
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Life, and Death, and Giants —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Soul should always stand ajar
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Spider as an Artist
Emily Dickinson · 1896
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Love — is anterior to Life —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
There is a word
Emily Dickinson · 1896
There is no Frigate like a Book
Emily Dickinson · 1896
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
There's something quieter than sleep
Emily Dickinson · 1896
They say that "Time assuages" —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
They won't frown always — some sweet Day
Emily Dickinson · 1896
This was in the White of the Year —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
This World is not Conclusion.
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Emily Dickinson · 1896
To hang our head — ostensibly —
Emily Dickinson · 1896
To help our Bleaker Parts
Emily Dickinson · 1896
To lose one's faith — surpass
Emily Dickinson · 1896
To lose thee — sweeter than to gain
Emily Dickinson · 1896
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
Emily Dickinson · 1896