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Share in Dickinson's admiration of language, nature, and life and death, with The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson.

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The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson: Volume 8 by Emily Dickinson

Explore the essence of life, love, nature, and time in exquisite verse with this elegantly designed edition of Emily Dickinson's finest poems.

Born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a prominent New England family and educated at Amherst Academy and Mt. Holyoke Female Seminary, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson lived most of her life in seclusion, devoted to writing. She scarcely left home, nor did she have many visitors. Only ten of her poems were published in her lifetime, submitted without her permission by friends. It was only after her death in 1886 that the scope of her work as a poet came to light-over 1,700 poems were discovered in a dresser drawer by her sister, Lavinia.

Emily Dickinson's poems reflect her loneliness, as well as her love of nature, the influence of the Metaphysical poets of seventeenth century England, and her strong Puritan religious beliefs. Yet, it is her use of language, form, and the deceptive simplicity of her verse that categorize her as an important force in nineteenth century American letters and, along with Walt Whitman, a founder of a distinctly American voice in modern poetry.

PRELUDE

THIS is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
That 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!


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About Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson was an American poet whose writing was heavily influenced by the Metaphysical poets of seventeenth-century England, as well as her reading of the Book of Revelation and her upbringing in a Puritan New England town. In addition to poetry, Dickinson had a passion for baking and botany, and became reclusive later in life. While Dickinson was extremely prolific as a poet and regularly enclosed poems in letters to friends, she was not publicly recognized during her lifetime. The first volume of these works was published in 1890, well after her death in 1886. A full compilation, The Poems of Emily Dickinson, wasn't published until 1955, though previous iterations had been released. Dickinson has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry.

Table of Contents

Contents
introduction xxvii
poems.
1890.
prelude
book i.
life.
success
our share of the night to bear. . .
rouge et noir
rouge gagne
glee! the great storm is over. . .
if i can stop one heart from
breaking. . .
almost!
a wounded dear leaps highest. . .
the heart asks pleasure first. . .
in a library
much madness is divinest sense. . .
i asked no other thing. . .
exclusion
the secret
the lonely house
to fight aloud is very brave. . .
dawn
the book of martyrs
the mystery of pain
i taste a liquor never brewed. . .
a book
i had no time to hate, because. . .
unreturning
whether my bark went down at sea. . .
belshazzar had a letter. . .
the brain within its groove. . .
book ii.
love.
mine
bequest
alter? when the hills do. . .
suspense
surrender
if you were coming in the fall. . .
with a flower
proof
have you got a brook in your
little heart?
transplanted
the outlet
in vain
renunciation
love's baptism
resurrection
apocalypse
the wife
apotheosis
book iii.
nature.
new feet within my garden go. . .
may-flower
why?
perhaps you'd like to buy a flower. . .
the pedigree of honey. . .
a service of song
the bee is not afraid of me. . .
summer's armies
the grass
a little road not made of man. . .
summer shower
psalm of the day
the sea of sunset
purple clover
the bee
presentiment is that long shadow on
the lawn. . .
as children bid the guest good-night. . .
angels in the early morning. . .
so bashful when i spied her. . .
two worlds
the mountain
a day
the butterfly's assumption-gown. . .
the wind
death and life
'twas later when the summer went. . .
indian summer
autumn
beclouded
the hemlock
there's a certain slant of light. . .
book iv.
time and eternity.
one dignity delays for all. . .
too late
astra castra
safe in their alabaster chambers. . .
on this long storm the
rainbow rose. . .
from the chrysalis
setting sail
look back on time with kindly eyes. . .
a train went through a burial gate. . .
i died for beauty, but was scarce. . .
troubled about many things
real
the funeral
i went to thank her. . .
i've seen a dying eye. . .
refuge
i never saw a moor. . .
playmates
to know just how he suffered would
be dear. . .
the last night that she lived. . .
the first lesson
the bustle in a house. . .
i reason, earth is short. . .
afraid? of whom am i afraid?
dying
two swimmers wrestled on the spar. . .
the chariot
she went as quiet as the dew. . .
resurgam
except to heaven she is nought. . .
death is a dialogue between. . .
it was too late for man. . .
along the potomac
the daisy follows soft the sun. . .
emancipation
lost
if i shouldn't be alive. . .
sleep is supposed to be. . .
i shall know why when time is over. . .
i never lost as much but twice. . .
poems.
1891.
my nosegays are for captives. . .
book i.
life.
i'm nobody! who are you?
i bring an unaccustomed wine. . .
the nearest dream recedes,
unrealized. . .
we play at paste. . .
i found the phrase to every thought. . .
hope
the white heat
triumph
the test
escape
compensation
the martyrs
a prayer
the thought beneath so slight a film. . .
the soul unto itself. . .
surgeons must be very careful. . .
the railway train
the show
delight becomes pictorial. . .
a thought went up my mind today. . .
is heaven a physician?
the return
a poor torn heart, a tattered heart. . .
too much
shipwreck
victory comes late. . .
enough
experiment to me. . .
my country's wardrobe
faith is fine invention. . .
except the heaven had come so near. . .
portraits are to daily faces. . .
the duel
a shady friend for torrid days. . .
the goal
sight
talk with prudence to a beggar. . .
the preacher
good night! which put the candle out?
when i hoped i feared. . .
deed
time's lesson
remorse
the shelter
undue significance a starving
man attaches. . .
heart not so heavy as mine. . .
i many times thought peace had come. . .
unto my books so good to turn. . .
this merit hath the worst. . .
hunger
i gained it so. . .
to learn the transport by the pain. . .
returning
prayer
i know that he exists. . .
melodies unheard
called back
book ii.
love.
choice
i have no life but this. . .
your riches taught me poverty. . .
the contract
the letter
the way i read a letter's this. . .
wild nights! wild nights!
at home 89
possession
a charm invests a face. . .
the lovers
in lands i never saw, they say. . .
the moon is distant from the sea. . .
he put the belt around my life. . .
the lost jewel
what if i say i shall not wait?
book iii.
nature.
mother nature
out of the morning
at half-past three a single bird. . .
day's parlor
the sun's wooing
the robin
the butterfly's day
the bluebird
april
the sleeping flowers
my rose
the oriole's secret
the oriole
in shadow
the humming-bird
secrets
who robbed the woods. . .
two voyagers
by the sea
old-fashioned
a tempest
the sea
in the garden
the snake
the mushroom
the storm
the spider
i know a place where summer strives. . .
the one that could repeat the
summer day. . .
the wind's visit
nature, rarer uses yellow. . .
gossip
simplicity
storm
the rat
frequently the woods are pink. . .
a thunder-storm
with flowers
sunset
she sweeps with many-colored brooms. . .
like mighty footlights burned the red. . .
problems
the juggler of day
my cricket
as imperceptibly as grief. . .
it can't be summer,-that got through. . .
summer's obsequies
fringed gentian
november
the snow
the bluejay
book iv.
time and eternity.
let down the bars, o death!
going to heaven!
at least to pray is left, is left. . .
epitaph
morns like these we parted. . .
a death-blow is a life-blow to some. . .
i read my sentence steadily. . .
i have not told my garden yet. . .
the battle-field
the only ghost i ever saw. . .
some, too fragile for winter winds. . .
as by the dead we love to sit. . .
memorials
i went to heaven. . .
their height in heaven comforts not. . .
there is a shame of nobleness. . .
triumph
pompless no life can pass away. . .
i noticed people disappeared. . .
following
if anybody's friend be dead. . .
the journey
a country burial
going
essential oils are wrung. . .
i lived on dread; to those who know. . .
if i should die. . .
at length
ghosts
vanished
precedence
gone
requiem
what inn is this. . .
it was not death, for i stood up. . .
till the end
void
a throe upon the features. . .
saved!
i think just how my shape will rise. . .
the forgotten grave
lay this laurel on the one. . .
poems.
1896.
'tis all i have to bring today. . .
book i.
life.
real riches
superiority to fate
hope
forbidden fruit (i)
forbidden fruit (ii)
a word
to venerate the simple days. . .
life's trades
drowning is not so pitiful. . .
how still the bells in steeples stand. . .
if the foolish call them 'flowers'. . .
a syllable
parting
aspiration
the inevitable
a book
who has not found the heaven below. . .
a portrait
i had a guinea golden
saturday afternoon
few get enough,-enough is one. . .
upon the gallows hung a wretch. . .
the lost thought
reticence
with flowers
the farthest thunder that i heard. . .
on the bleakness of my lot. . .
contrast
friends
fire
a man
ventures
griefs
i have a king who does not speak. . .
disenchantment
lost faith
lost joy
i worked for chaff, and earning wheat. . .
life, and death, and giants. . .
alpine glow
remembrance
to hang our head ostensibly. . .
the brain
the bone that has no marrow. . .
the past
to help our bleaker parts. . .
what soft, cherubic creatures. . .
desire
philosophy
power
a modest lot, a fame petite. . .
in bliss, then, such abyss. . .
experience
thanksgiving day
childish griefs
book ii.
love.
consecration
love's humility
love
satisfied
with a flower
song
loyalty
to lose thee, sweeter than to gain. . .
poor little heart!
forgotten
i've got an arrow here. . .
the master
heart, we will forget him!
father, i bring thee not myself. . .
we outgrow love like other things. . .
not with a club the heart is broken. . .
who?
he touched me, so i live to know. . .
dreams
numen lumen
longing
wedded
book iii.
nature.
nature's changes
the tulip
a light exists in spring. . .
the waking year
to march
march
dawn
a murmur in the trees to note. . .
morning is the place for dew. . .
to my quick ear the leaves conferred. . .
a rose
high from the earth i heard a bird. . .
cobwebs
a well
to make a prairie it takes a clover. . .
the wind
a dew sufficed itself. . .
the woodpecker
a snake
could i but ride indefinite. . .
the moon
the bat
the balloon
evening
cocoon
sunset
aurora
the coming of night
aftermath
book iv.
time and eternity.
this world is not conclusion. . .
we learn in the retreating. . .
they say that 'time assuages'. . .
we cover thee, sweet face. . .
that is solemn we have ended. . .
the stimulus, beyond the grave. . .
given in marriage unto thee. . .
that such have died enables us. . .
they won't frown always,-some
sweet day. . .
immortality
the distance that the dead have gone. . .
how dare the robins sing. . .
death
unwarned
each that we lose takes part of us. . .
not any higher stands the grave. . .
asleep
the spirit
the monument
bless god, he went as soldiers. . .
immortal is an ample word. . .
where every bird is bold to go. . .
the grave my little cottage is. . .
this was in the white of the year. . .
sweet hours have perished here. . .
me! come! my dazzled face. . .
invisible
i wish i knew that woman's name. . .
trying to forget
i felt a funeral in my brain. . .
i meant to find her when i came. . .
waiting
a sickness of this world it most
occasions. . .
superfluous were the sun. . .
so proud she was to die. . .
farewell
the dying need but little, dear. . .
dead
the soul should always stand ajar. . .
three weeks passed since i had
seen her. . .
i breathed enough to learn
the trick. . .
i wonder if the sepulchre. . .
joy in death
if i may have it when it's dead. . .
before the ice is in the pools. . .
dying
adrift! a little boat adrift!
there's been a death in the opposite
house. . .
we never know we go,-when we are
going. . .
the soul's storm
water is taught by thirst. . .
thirst
a clock stopped-not the mantel's. . .
charlotte bronte's grave
a toad can die of light. . .
far from love the heavenly father. . .
sleeping
retrospect
eternity















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