Author Archive for Emily Dickinson

Poem: "A Book"
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Poem: “A Book”

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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

Poem: "The Single Hound I"
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Poem: “The Single Hound I”

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The Single Hound I Adventure most unto itself The Soul condemned to be; Attended by a Single Hound— Its own Identity Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Peril as a Possession"
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Poem: “Peril as a Possession”

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Peril as a Possession (Part Five: The Single Hound VI) Peril as a possession ’T is good to bear, Danger disintegrates satiety; There ’s Basis there Begets an awe, That searches Human Nature’s creases As clean as Fire Emily Dickinson

Poem: "The Blunder is to Estimate"
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Poem: “The Blunder is to Estimate”

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The Blunder is to Estimate (Part Five: The Single Hound XVI) The blunder is to estimate “Eternity is Then,” We say, as of a station. Meanwhile he is so near, He joins me in my ramble, Divides abode with me, No friend have I that so persists As this Eternity. Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Exhilaration is the Breeze"
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Poem: “Exhilaration is the Breeze”

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Exhilaration is the Breeze (Part Five: The Single Hound XI) Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the ground, And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found; Returns us not, but after time 5 We soberly descend, A little newer for the term Upon enchanted ground Emily Dickinson

Poem: "The Right to Perish..."
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Poem: “The Right to Perish…”

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The Right to Perish Might be Thought (Part Five: The Single Hound V) The right to perish might be thought An undisputed right, Attempt it, and the Universe upon the opposite Will concentrate its officers— You cannot even die, But Nature and Mankind must pause To pay you scrutiny.  Emily Dickinson

Poem: "Fame is a Fickle Food"
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Poem: “Fame is a Fickle Food”

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Fame is a Fickle Food (Part 5: The Single Hound IV) Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, 5 And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn; Men eat of it and die. […]

Poem: "Going to Heaven!"
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Poem: “Going to Heaven!”

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Going to Heaven! I don’t know when- Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished To think of answering you! Going to Heaven! How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the Shepherd’s arm! Perhaps you’re going too! Who knows? If you […]

Poem: "On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose"
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Poem: “On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose”

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On This Long Storm the Rainbow Rose (Time and Eternity V) On this long storm the rainbow rose, On this late morn the sun; The clouds, like listless elephants, Horizons straggled down. The birds rose smiling in their nests, The gales indeed were done; Alas! How heedless were the eyes On whom the summer shone! […]

Poem: "Time and Eternity"
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Poem: “Time and Eternity”

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Time and Eternity III Departed to the judgment A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled, The bodiless begun; Two worlds, like audiences, disperse And leave the soul alone. Emily Dickinson

Poem: "A Coffin—is a Small Domain"
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Poem: “A Coffin—is a Small Domain”

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A Coffin—is a Small Domain A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth— Yet ampler than the Sun— And all the Seas He populates And Lands He looks upon To Him who on its small Repose Bestows a single Friend— Circumference […]

Poem: "Life IX"
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Poem: “Life IX”

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Life IX The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. Emily Dickinson

Poem: "'Hope' is the Thing with Feathers--"
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Poem: “‘Hope’ is the Thing with Feathers–“

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“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers– “Hope” is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm— I’ve heard it in the […]

Poem: "'Heaven' has Different Signs—to Me"
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Poem: “‘Heaven’ has Different Signs—to Me”

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“Heaven” has Different Signs—to Me “Heaven” has different Signs—to me— Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the World And settles in the Hills— An Awe if it should be like that Upon the Ignorance steals— The Orchard, when the […]

Poem: "If I Should Die"
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Poem: “If I Should Die”

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If I Should Die If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,– One might depart at option From enterprise below! ‘Tis sweet to know that stocks […]

Poem: "Part One: Life VI"
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Poem: “Part One: Life VI”

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Part One: Life VI IF I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson

Poem: "A Clock Stopped"
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Poem: “A Clock Stopped”

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A Clock Stopped A Clock stopped — Not the Mantel’s — Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing — That just now dangled still — An awe came on the Trinket! The Figures hunched, with pain — Then quivered out of Decimals — Into Degreeless Noon — It will not stir for Doctors — […]

Poem: "I'm Nobody! Who are you?"
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Poem: “I’m Nobody! Who are you?”

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I’m Nobody! Who are you? I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – To an admiring […]

Poem: "An Awful Tempest Mashed the Air"
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Poem: “An Awful Tempest Mashed the Air”

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An Awful Tempest Mashed the Air An awful tempest mashed the air, The clouds were gaunt and few; A black, as of a spectre’s cloak, Hid heaven and earth from view. The creatures chuckled on the roofs And whistled in the air, And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth, And swung their frenzied hair. […]