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Dickinson, Emily

· Wild nights – Wild nights! by Emily Dickinson · I’m Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson · My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun by Emily Dickinson · Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson · Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson · Fame is a bee by Emily Dickinson · Much Madness is divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson · Emily Dickinson: We talked as Girls do · Emily Dickinson: This is my letter to the world · Emily Dickinson: A Portrait (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: A Book (Poem) · Emily Dickinson: The Inevitable

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Wild nights – Wild nights! by Emily Dickinson

Wild nights
– Wild nights!

Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee!

Emily Dickinson
(1830—1886)
Wild nights – Wild nights!

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I’m Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody!
Who are you?

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Dont tell! they’d banish us – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell your name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson
(1830—1886)
I’m Nobody! Who are you?

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My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun by Emily Dickinson

My Life had stood
– a Loaded Gun

My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun –
In Corners – till a Day
The Owner passed – identified –
And carried Me away –

And now We roam in Sovreign Woods –
And now We hunt the Doe –
And every time I speak for Him
The Mountains straight reply –

And do I smile, such cordial light
Opon the Valley glow –
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let it’s pleasure through –

And when at Night – Our good Day done –
I guard My Master’s Head –
’Tis better than the Eider Duck’s
Deep Pillow – to have shared –

To foe of His – I’m deadly foe –
None stir the second time –
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye –
Or an emphatic Thumb –

Though I than He – may longer live
He longer must – than I –
For I have but the power to kill,
Without – the power to die –

Emily Dickinson
(1830—1886)
My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun

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Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop
for Death

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –

Emily Dickinson
(1830—1886)
Because I could not stop for Death

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Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

 

Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ’tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity –

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Because I could not stop for Death

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Fame is a bee by Emily Dickinson

Fame is a bee

Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Fame is a bee (1788)

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Much Madness is divinest Sense by Emily Dickinson

Much Madness is divinest Sense

Much Madness is divinest Sense
To a discerning Eye –
Much Sense – the starkest Madness –
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail –
Assent – and you are sane –
Demur – you’re straightway dangerous –
And handled with a Chain –

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
Much Madness is divinest Sense

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Emily Dickinson: We talked as Girls do

We talked as Girls do

We talked as Girls do –
Fond, and late –
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave –
Of ours, none affair –

We handled Destinies, as cool –
As we – Disposers – be –
And God, a Quiet Party
to our authority –

But fondest, dwelt upon Ourself
As we eventual – be –
When Girls, to Women, softly raised
We – occupy – Degree –

We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
We talked as Girls do

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Emily Dickinson: This is my letter to the world

This is my letter to the world

This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, —
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

 

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
This is my letter to the world

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Emily Dickinson: A Portrait (Poem)

 

A Portrait

A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances, —
First time together thrown.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
A Portrait

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Emily Dickinson: A Book (Poem)

 A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
A Book

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Emily Dickinson: The Inevitable

The Inevitable

While I was fearing it, it came,
But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it dear.
There is a fitting a dismay,
A fitting a despair.
’Tis harder knowing it is due,
Than knowing it is here.
The trying on the utmost,
The morning it is new,
Is terribler than wearing it
A whole existence through.

Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
The Inevitable (Poem)

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