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    Because she is so freaking good As good as she can be She makes me want to scream and shout And set my poor heart free Because I cannot live without Her rhythm and her rhyme I keep this poet close at handAnd only ask for time.

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    I felt a sneeze as big as GodForm in back of my NoseYet being without a HandkerchiefI Panicked quite and frozeSneeze I must yet sneeze must notDilemma made me grieveHappy then a single BeeSaw me use my sleeveWell all right, I did not read every one of the 25,678 but certainly a fair number You know when she died they found she d stuffed poems everywhere in her house, up the chimney, down her knickers, tied in little packets onto her dogs hindquarters, someone cut a slice of a loaf of bread to make a sandwich and another 25 poems fell out I think Emily would have made a great drug mule if she d have lived another 120 years Although she may have found a serious conflict between her intense religious convictions and the large amount of cash she would have made, not to mention the radical change of lifestyle There s a certain slant of lightOn winter afternoonsThat makes you feel highLike those small mushroomsI put a poem in my pantsThen sitting by an Eternal LakeMy poem seemed to speak aloud Lay off the Battenburg cake

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    When I hoped, I fearedSince I hoped, I dared I realized for a moment with a great sense of sadness that from now on, whenever I decide to read a famous poet for the first time, I must keep myself free from any prejudice and presumption I had heard that she was regarded as a transcendentalist as far as the major themes in her poems were concerned I do not know, from where I got this notion, I probably learned it from some of the early articles, I read about her poems somewhere How authentic was that source I never checked And meanwhile, I never got time to read her, verifying such presuppositions I m Nobody Who are you Ar you Nobody Too Transcendentalism is certainly present there, but I also found commonplace innocence along with that profound sapience and susceptibility for Life, Love, and Death in her poetry She has also written on various subjects like trains, shipwreck, surgeons, contract, lost jewel, etc But she has filled those ordinary looking stuff around, with the fragrance of her craft and sensitivity Surgeons must be very carefulWhen they take the knife Underneath their fine incisionsstirs the culprit, life She herself has claimed that she has her phrases for every thought, but she confessed her limitations as well I found the phrase to every thoughtI ever had, but one And that defies me, as a hand did try to chalk the sunWhile I was reading this bulky volume, I felt in the beginning as if I were getting acquainted with a young girl, who did not want to disclose her sentiments, and who felt irritated and looked sulky when someone read her and tried to empathize with her sensibility I felt as if she wished to keep herself hidden But at the very next moment, I felt as if she were daring me to explore too, proving my thoughts wrong about her hesitancy, telling me how audacious her approach was Who never climbed the weary league Can such a foot exploreThe purple territories On Pizarro s shore Her poems on nature, love, and life are extraordinarily beautiful and touching Her sensibility in writing about hope and hunger, about life and death, about exploring and returning is just wonderful Tomorrow night will come againWeary perhaps and soreAh, bugle, by my windowI pray you stroll once She has scrutinized almost everything Her subtle observation enlarged my common sense There were four liners giving a sound imprint to my sensibility and then there were beautiful longer poems taking me to her world of imagination giving an impression of her vision She was humorous at times and expressed herself lightly as well, but she never looked futile She maintained the depth and gravity every time I heard that though she lived a secluded life, she was never disappointed with life I think she might have been an extremely sensitive introvert who invaginated her sentiments from the world and then from within her, came out such beautiful and impressive rhymes and verses, which made her readers feel instantly connected to her.I am so pleased and joyous reading her and having filled myself with such unique and exotic poetry of this poetess that I am going to visit her poetic world again and again That s a promise The soul unto itselfIs an imperial friend, Or the most agonizing spyAn enemy could send

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    Book Review I love Emily Dickinson s poetry I recently went to a museum exhibit dedicated to her and fell in love again with one of her poems, which I ll dissect below Critics of Emily Dickinson s poem number 328, commonly titled A Bird Came Down the Walk, have several different interpretations of the poem Most critics believe that the poem is a conventional symbolic account of Christian encounter within the world of nature Budick 218 Although several critics take a religious approach to the poem, I disagree with them I believe that A Bird Came Down the Walk is about mankind s innate fear of others who are larger smaller than they are I also think that the poem explains man s reaction to this fear The bird in poem number 328 actually represents all of mankind When the bird is confronted with its fear, it flies away A wo man is as guilty as the bird when s he is running away from his her fears When we are scared or frightened, we often run away instead of standing up to face our fears The first stanza of Emily Dickinson s poem shows a bird doing what it normally does all day long A Bird came down the walk He did not know I saw He bit an Angleworm in halves And ate the fellow raw However, there is a deeper meaning in this stanza than the idea of a bird simply eating a raw worm According to Jonnie G Guerra, the speaker s choice of verbs seems to express a desire to anthropomorphize the bird Guerra 29 By giving the bird human like qualities, the narrator invites the readers to compare the bird s actions to mankind s actions The man is actually a human being who is eating his lunch or dinner Since the bird does not know that the reader sees him eating a worm, the bird is perfectly at peace going about his daily business Humans are identical to the bird in this sense We follow our daily routines of eating, drinking, sleeping, shopping, and working yet, we rarely realize that someone may be watching our every move All throughout the day, parents watch their children to insure their safety, teachers monitor their students progress in order to help them do well, and bosses keep a close watch on their employees to see if they are doing the work that they were hired to do There is always a pair of eyes beating down on us to scrutinize our every action, just like the narrator scrutinizes the bird s actions Through the bird, who is unaware of the man watching him, the narrator shows that no one is ever completely alone The bird may be in danger, and it feels as though someone or something is approaching it The second stanza continues with the anthropomorphization of the bird And then he drank a Dew From a convenient Grass And then hopped sideways to the Wall To let a Beetle pass The reader sees the resemblance of the bird to a human in this stanza when the bird drinks a dew because grass suggests an echo pun on glass Guerra 29 However, this stanza also sets up a situation that shows the goodness of humankind Charles R Metzger playfully suggests a fancifully anthropomorphic sense of genteel deportment in the bird s letting a Beetle pass Metzger 22 Here, the narrator shows that the bird is kind enough to step out of the way for the beetle, a creature smaller than the bird, to pass by Continuing with the theory that the bird is actually a human, readers then see how we humans often try to be accommodating to others When others aren t as capable of doing something on their own, man will often go out of his her way to make it convenient for them When we are in the way of others goals, we try to get out of their way if at all possible With its human like qualities, the bird follows the Golden Rule just as man does Since we are never alone in the world, we must work to make friends Perhaps, the bird is trying to befriend the beetle It is unlikely, but still, the bird is friendly by moving out of the beetle s way However, the bird s friendliness isn t enough to keep the bird calm when the stranger narrator advances toward it As a result, the third stanza shows a change in the bird s composure He glanced with rapid eyes That hurried all around They looked like frightened Beads, I thought He stirred his Velvet Head When the bird stepped to the side, he realized that the narrator was watching him He wasn t alone at all Fear starts to enter into the bird s blood, making him look for the nearest escape route The bird is unsure of the narrator, and what his her intentions are The narrator might be there to cause harm, or the narrator could be there to express kindness as the bird did for the beetle Folk wisdom has always said that the eyes are the windows to one s soul When the bird s eyes glance all around, the fear is evident only in a case of extreme fright would the bird s eyes become beady and glassy Andersen 119 At this point in the poem, the narrator is physically close to the bird While the bird is afraid of the man who is close to him, we humans are afraid of the people closest to us The people who know us best and are closest to us have the power to hurt us the most We are so unaware of other s eyes beating down us at times that we become victims quite easily We may be accommodating to a point, but we should never be accommodating to the point that we lose our focus and our direction We need to hold back from others so that we maintain some order in our lives Fear cannot take control of us When it does, we must get away from it somehow, just as the bird does The fourth stanza of the poem shows the bird reacting to the narrator s approach Like one in danger, cautious, I offered him a Crumb And he unrolled his feathers And rowed him softer home Now, the narrator approaches the bird and offers to feed him, but the bird is frightened and flies away The bird is quite small in comparison to the narrator The narrator s size is what scares the bird away Charles R Anderson notes that Dickinson keeps the whole garden world reduced to the bird s size The narrator is left towering above and outside, having no magical elixir like Alice in Wonderland to shrink her down to a level where communication is possible Anderson 118 Jerome Loving agrees by pointing out that if there is any suggestion of danger, it comes when the human narrator offers the bird a crumb The truth is that nature is a nice place, a pastoral scene until man blunders on stage with the full weight of his past and future Loving 56 We humans have the same innate fear as birds when we face someone who is larger than we are If someone is higher up on the corporate ladder than us, we are constantly afraid that he or she will fire us Students have the fear of teachers failing them just as the bird feels the human will hurt him Children feel afraid of their parents punishing them at times also Everywhere we turn, there is someone who is stronger or important than we are We will always feel as though others are going to do something to hurt us therefore, we need to escape this fear by running away like the bird does If one looks at it another way, the bird could also be afraid of the entire world Even though the beetle is smaller than the bird is, the bird might still be afraid It is common knowledge that elephants are often afraid of mice, which are hundreds of times smaller than elephants are Perhaps the bird s nerves are on edge, and he is afraid of anything that makes a slight, sudden move The beetle could cause harm too Humans are often afraid of spiders and bees, which are quite small in comparison to man Nevertheless, the bird runs away just as man does when confronted with a situation he fears The fifth stanza shows that the bird flies away softly and quickly Than Oars divide the Ocean Too silver for a seam Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon Leap, plashless as they swim The bird knows that it is in danger and must leave as quickly as possible Also, the bird wants to leave quietly, in the hopes that the narrator doesn t realize that the bird is leaving We humans also try to leave swiftly and quietly We know when we have been defeated, and we try to leave with our tail between our legs We are ashamed and upset that someone has hurt us or tried to hurt us, so we escape Running or flying away may not be the best way to handle the situation, but that is all that we know how to do Man is accustomed to flee a situation rather than to confront it Therefore, the bird, who represents man, flees too According to Anderson, The dangers as well as the beauty represented by nature at large are here concentrated in a single bird that exhibits a complex mix of qualities ferocity, fastidiousness, courtesy, fear, and grace Anderson 221 The bird in Emily Dickinson s poem A Bird Came Down the Walk can be representative of humans, since humans have the qualities such as fear, courtesy, and grace in their personality Dickinson s poem comments on man s innate fear of others We humans are always being watched and when we realize how close someone is to us, we need to run for fear that s he will hurt us Our fleeing is done with grace and courtesy It is a reaction that all humans have at one point or another Dickinson s poem shows the readers this fear and the results of the fear on mankind About Me For those new to me or my reviews here s the scoop I read A LOT I write A LOT And now I blog A LOT First the book review goes on Goodreads, and then I send it on over to my WordPress blog at where you ll also find TV Film reviews, the revealing and introspective 365 Daily Challenge and lots of blogging about places I ve visited all over the world And you can find all my social media profiles to get the details on the who what when where and my pictures Leave a comment and let me know what you think Vote in the poll and ratings Thanks for stopping by.

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    This is a huge volume of poetry and probably not meant to be read straight through, but that s what I did Some of them I didn t like or understand, but there were many that I thought were beautiful and perfectly suited to my feelings I think that s the way with most poets and their readers After reading, I was left in wonder about this strange and reclusive woman who saw only a handful of her poems published before her death She never knew she would be a success, never knew her poems would be loved by millions of people, and never knew she would be considered one of the greatest American poets.

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    Introduction Poems AcknowledgmentsPrevious CollectionsSubject IndexIndex of First Lines

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    Emily Dickinson s poems convinced me, at an early age of 9 or 10, to become a writer myself I discovered her poems from the obsolete American textbooks my mother got from the collection in our school library On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, when it was too hot to play outside and children were forced to take afternoon siestas, I d end up reading her poems and imagined the person, that woman, with whom I shared similar thoughts My favorite poem remains to this day I m nobody Who are you Are you nobody, too Then there s a pair of us don t tell They d banish us, you know.How dreary to be somebody How public, like a frogTo tell your name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog I knew of course that she never became famous in her lifetime, and that was something she didn t particularly aim for But her poems assured me that there was something else I needed to do, somewhere else I had to be Like everything, including our physical state was just temporary So I grew up looking forward to the day when I d have enough courage to write about my thoughts and feelings and be able to say, this is my letter to the world who never wrote to me

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    They shut me up in Prose As when a little GirlThey put me in the Closet Because they liked me still Still Could themself have peeped And seen my Brain go round They might as wise have lodged a BirdFor Treason in the Pound Himself has but to willAnd easy as a StarAbolish his Captivity And laugh No have I I recently ran across an argument against eBooks that went along the lines of suspicions of censorship, commenting on how easy it would be for publishers and the like to change the text at any point via the digital interface, obfuscating any spot of material at any point thought necessary and rendering the interaction between reader and reading as puppet and puppeteer A plausible occurrence, but an old one Technology does not birth new abuses of communication and truth it merely expedites, and leaves a different trail.A century and a quarter after Dickinson s death, almost sixty years after the last of her poems were finally published as they were meant to be, and still much too much is made of the means by which she composed Never mind the seven years of higher learning, the keen network of letters enabling a vibrant circle of thought, the oeuvre itself in its wondrous breadth and brilliant insight that puts many a classical novel to shame No, let us instead focus on how weird she was, how closeted her life, how quiet her compositions, how we rescued her work from the dire abyss and shaped it for the public whims and fancies as to how an American gentlewoman of that day and age should have written How easy it is for us to focus on the cutesy trifles, the small morbidities, the things we call experimentation in men and capriciousness in women, that last word courtesy of Thomas H Johnson, editor extraordinaire So proud he was of his complete collection and yet still couldn t give his scholarly focus the benefit of the doubt Endow the Living with the Tears You squander on the Dead,And They were Men and Women now,Around Your Fireside Instead of Passive Creatures,Denied the CherishingTill They the Cherishing deny With Death s Ethereal Scorn One favor Johnson did well enough when he wasn t patronizing his chosen poet was accompany every poem with two years one of composition, the other of publication The first of the review was written 1862, published 1935 The second also 1862, yet published 1945 Once the anger at such mincing censorship has cooled, the text becomes invaluable, for here is a shameless record of piece by piece persistence of a work through the consternation of the ages Paranoia inspired by digital outposts has nothing on a history of flagrant editing, closeting, disbelief and pride, till the author finally gets her due in her own words if not those of others God is indeed a jealous God He cannot bear to seeThat we had rather not with HimBut with each other play. Written unknown, published 1945 Multifaceted the academics say, as if this wasn t a lifetime contained in 1,775 proofs of existence whose range of thematic material could have easily come together into one of those weighty tomes popularized by those with sufficient freedom of time and respect of endeavor by both Self and Other Thought, Truth, Ethics, Creation, Creed, Deserving Pride, Bound Despair, Fragility of Self, Violence of Intellectual Development, Inexorable Stretching of Time from Second to Eternity and All the Survival Between, to name just a few of the topics captured so surely in succinct measures in some of my favorites of hers, thirty one in total and not a single one seen before in high school classrooms and other variations on the popularity context If you want the scale of a legacy of ungrateful disrespect, try Moby Dick or, The Whale on for size Now make Melville a woman His Mind like Fabrics of the EastDisplayed to the despairOf everyone but here and thereAn humble Purchaser For though his price was not of Gold More arduous there is That one should comprehend the worthWas all the price there was Written 1878, published 1945 Even her compositional submission to virulent androcentrism couldn t revive this particular piece till near seventy years went by Her mind was a marvel and knew it, too, clear evidence in her just contempt, her needful compartmentalization, her courting with the furthest ends of triumph and sheer oblivion She never needed to go to war to know the futility of achieving glory and fame by means of homicidal finality, nor venture far from her chosen methodology of creation to contemplate the rise and fall of Life and Ideal the world over Milton was blind when he conjured up Paradise Lost through dictation to his daughters, and nary a murmur that mayhap some of the result was her or her own Dickinson was a woman who found the means to contemplate the rest is sordid history and ugly present Witchcraft was hung, in History,But History and IFind all the Witchcraft that we needAround us, every Day Written 1883, published 1945 I think I was enchantedWhen first a somber Girl I read that Foreign Lady The Dark felt beautiful Written 1862, published 1935 My Splendors, are Menagerie But their Completeless ShowWill entertain the CenturiesWhen I, am long ago,An Island in dishonored Grass Whom none but Beetles know. Written 1861, published 1896 Whitman s multitudes came first, but Dickinson knew the difference then as bitingly as she would now She was dead when others came to rifle through her work, and still they insisted on putting it and her persona through the torturous paces of then till today Her words excavated themselves long before technology came into play how long till we stop pretending otherwise P.S She talked about the Birds and the Bees a lot Just saying.

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    Sigh I just experienced poetic gut punches from Emily herself From this collection alone, there s a total of 1,775 poems Blimey A huge compilation if you ask me Honestly, I didn t read every poem, because that would probably result in me having a mushy brain poor noodle I just skimmed through a lot of them and just selected those that are meaningful to me Her poems are oftentimes cryptic in nature which made me scratch my head , but there are those that connect quite well with me Most of Emily s poems are full of bliss, despair, life, death, love, and nature, but most of the time, she obsessively delves into the dark aspect of life mortality This might be due to her life experiences as she witnessed the deaths of her closest family members and friends A life of solitude, Emily preferred heck, this woman obviously and seriously needs a hug and as reclusive as she is, she channeled her inner feelings in creating some of the most enduring poems that the world has loved And as for me, I d rather eat my feelings, because that s what I m good at Spoiler tags aren t actually spoilers, just used those to expand compress the poems It s all I have to bring today view spoiler It s all I have to bring today This, and my heart beside This, and my heart, and all the fields And all the meadows wide Be sure you count should I forgetSome one the sum could tell This, and my heart, and all the BeesWhich in the Clover dwell. hide spoiler

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    I taste a liquor never brewed by Emily DickinsonI taste a liquor never brewed From Tankards scooped in Pearl Not all the Vats upon the RhineYield such an Alcohol Inebriate of air am I And Debauchee of Dew Reeling thro endless summer days From inns of molten Blue When Landlords turn the drunken BeeOut of the Foxglove s door When Butterflies renounce their drams I shall but drink the Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats And Saints to windows run To see the little TipplerLeaning against the Sun Inebriated by poetry I taste a liquor never brewed a poem by E DickinsonFor me, this is an hymn to poetry and what is sacred about the act of writing I read line after line as an invocation to beauty in all its natural forms until I got drunk with it, until I, the reader, was able to reach the heavens and join its inhabitants, Seraphs and Saints, along with Emily, who is writing from there.In this sense, I guess that we, the readers who are able to share beauty through words, are rewarded with the admittance in Dickinson s house of possibility and poetry.The poem read also as an hymn for me because of its musicality and rhyme which I became aware of when I first read the poem out loud The way the words sang by themselves came as a surprise, and the lack of punctuation, only the dashes and the capital letters to emphasise some words, made the poem open and infinite.Analysing stanza by stanza, the poem starts with a reference to a certain liquor, which is a strange one, because it was never brewed and because its vastness wouldn t fit into such a huge river as the Rhine There s also the reference to the ancient age of this liquor, because the Rhine, along with the Danube, appeared as important rivers in historical texts during the Roman Empire.So, going forward, this strange alcohol, makes the I in this poem inebriated I understand this I as the writer, in this case, Emily She speaks of herself being drunk with this strange liquor, a liquor which comes from dew, air and summer days melted in endless blue skies As I see it, in this second stanza, Emily is describing the beauty of the natural world as overwhelming, she is dizzy, intoxicated with it, and she drinks it in the inns of Nature.And in the third stanza she stresses out this last idea even , because the the inhabitants of this natural world, the bee, the foxglove, the butterfly, are denied by foreign Landlords , emphasised by quotation marks, the she drinks of this natural liquor, the inebriated she becomes.As for the interpretation of these Landlords, I take it as if they were the real world, the rationality, Emily s house of prose The ones who call the imagination back to earth and out of this world of poetry and possibility.The last stanza is for me, the most difficult to analyse Emily is intoxicated by the beauty of nature and ultimately, of poetry, but she keeps drinking and drinking in it, until the whole act of writing becomes sacred I understand that she reaches heaven in the Biblical sense, and salvation if I dare say I ll risk it by saying that this Tippler might be Jesus, leaning against this sun, this shinning light, waiting for her to reach out for her destiny, her fate, her mission in life, which is to write, to become a poet.And just another conclusion after rereading the whole thing again.I also think, that the metaphor of liquor and inebriation is not a casual one If you think of men drinking in inns and socialising in the XIXth century, you might wonder how a reclusive person as Emily might view this kind of activity Surely she might have disapproved of someone getting drunk, and this poem might also be a criticism to such behaviour and at the same time, she elevates something she finds ugly or negative to an utterly magnificent and celestial act, the act of writing, proving its capacity to transform the dull world of reality into a beautiful fan of possibilities.

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    Emily Dickinson articulates my own thoughts and feelings in a way I never could She manifests my ideal She validates my existence If you like Emily, I like you I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too And angels know the rest I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

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    See the Dickinson documentary A Loaded Gun for my take on this writer, arguably the best poet inEnglish I play the villain in that film directed by James Wolpaw I have given reading whistlings of ED s bird poems , from memory of course, in the garden of the Dickinson Manse in Amherst, and I have recited an hour of Dickinson on several occasions from memory In fact, Dickinson is fairly easy to memorize a hallmark of fine verse Perhaps only Yeats tetrametric Under Ben Bulben is easier to recall, and maybe a couple Seventeenth Century lyrics, and maybe a ballad or two I may add, as a Shakespearean for 35 years, I have memorized a couple dozen of his sonnets and maybe twenty major speeches Some of his sonnets are easy to memorize one I learned in ten minutes one morning walking others I have to re memorize every year I recommend reading this poet three poems a day for a year and a half They resonate so much that time between them rewards the reader If you read them straight through, you may withdraw your participation in the text A very famous critic I know well read all the poems and her critics in a couple months he came away less appreciative I say, he would not have read all Shakespeare like that, and Dickinson has the heft of Shakespeare In many cases, one must know say, what Robins eat to enjoy A Bird came down the Walk He did not know I saw He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw Or on a much ess common bird now, which I only saw after decades, though I heard when young I ll tell you how the sun rose A Ribbon at a time The Steeple swam in Amethyst, The News like Squirrels ran The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun Then I said softly to myself, That must have been the sun Some other Dickinson critiques I have published in my Birdtalk Random House Frog, 2003 In winters I always recite her Blue Jay, No Brigadier throughout the year So Civic as the Jay and always her Oriole, One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all. as well as a couple of her short Robin poems, The Robin is the One That interrupts the Morn With Hurried, few, express Reports When March is scarecely on.

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    the complete poem by Emily Dickinsonwith the help of the prowling Bee, by Susan Kornfeld I was able to go behind the scenes in Emily Dickinson worksafter 3 months of reading plan i would say Emily Dickinson is pure and one of a kind no doubt

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    4 starsAfter reading through most of these poems, Emily remains one of my top favorite poets However, I also came across many poems that I felt no connection with and frankly made no sense to me So with that in mind, I unfortunately couldn t give this 5 stars Still a great experience though I highly recommend this book if you re a fan of poetry and or Emily Dickinson.

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    Twas such a little, little boatThat toddled down the bay T was such a gallant, gallant seaThat beckoned it away T was such a greedy, greedy waveThat licked it from the coast Nor ever guessed the stately sailsMy little craft was lost bOr this one, The morns are meeker than they were,The nuts are getting brown The berry s cheek is plumper,The rose is out of town.The maple wears a gayer scarf,The field a scarlet gown.Lest I should be old fashioned,I ll put a trinket on bImmeasurable and prolific Emily Dickinson wrote nearly 2,000 poems Upon reading this complete collection it is remarkable the sheer amount of beautiful opening lines, certainly than any other poet that I ve read Dickinson s poems are typically very short and heavily metaphorical Dickinson s great gifts are that of a consummate observer both of nature and of her immediate environment and her propensity to draw metaphors Her observations in many poems deal with the theme of depression Dickinson we know was a bit of a hermit She also was not really much of a story teller in the usual sense since she wrote no epic length poems But her poetry holds up well considering most were penned prior to 1850 Since Dickinson did not provide titles for most of her poems editors often name the poem after the first line I have followed their standard here Here are my favorites All are in the public domain 1 Unreturning2 The Brain within its Groove3 A Service of Song4 A Day5 Autumn6 I m nobody, who are you 7 In the Garden8 November9 I felt a funeral in my brain10 Dead11 Charlotte Bronte s Grave12 Nobody Knows this Little Rose13 I fear a man of frugal speech14 I never saw a moor15 Dear March, Come In16 Tis easier to pity those when dead4.5 stars.

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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson download The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, read online The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, kindle ebook The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson 09865274e179 THE ONLY ONE VOLUME EDITION CONTAINING ALL , OF EMILY DICKINSON S POEMSOnly Eleven Of Emily Dickinson S Poems Were Published Prior To Her Death InThe Startling Originality Of Her Work Doomed It To Obscurity In Her Lifetime Early Posthumously Published Collections Some Of Them Featuring Liberally Edited Versions Of The Poems Did Not Fully And Accurately Represent Dickinson S Bold Experiments In Prosody, Her Tragic Vision, And The Range Of Her Intellectual And Emotional Explorations Not Until ThePublication Of The Complete Poems Of Emily Dickinson, A Three Volume Critical Edition Compiled By Thomas H Johnson, Were Readers Able For The First Time To Assess, Understand, And Appreciate The Whole Of Dickinson S Extraordinary Poetic GeniusThis Book, A Distillation Of The Three Volume Complete Poems, Brings Together The Original Texts Of All , Poems That Emily Dickinson Wrote