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Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson

Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, Emily Dickinson lived for most of her life in the family home known as Homestead. Her sister Lavinia also lived at the house, which was built by her grandfather. A prolific writer, Dickinson wrote more than 1,800 poems during her lifetime, but never published a single book of poetry. The dozen or so poems that were published were done so anonymously. Why she never published under her own name is unclear to this day. Dickinson would produce hundreds of poems in a year, especially in the early 1860s. Her failing eyesight and other health problems curtailed her work later in her life. Dickinson wasn't recognized for her poetry until the 20th century, when she was ranked as one of the best poets of her generation.

Date of Birth: December 10, 1830
Date of Death: May 15, 1886


Found 1,787 poems by Emily Dickinson.
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Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die by Emily Dickinson
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die
And are too seldom born -- [ Read More ]

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There's something quieter than sleep by Emily Dickinson
There's something quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
It wears a sprig upon its breast --
And will not tell its name.

Some touch it, and some kiss it --
Some chafe its idle hand --
It has a simple gravity
I do not understand!

I would… [ Read More ]

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Forget! The lady with the Amulet by Emily Dickinson
Forget! The lady with the Amulet
Forget she wore it at her Heart
Because she breathed against
Was Treason twixt?

Deny! Did Rose her Bee --
For Privilege of Play
Or Wile of Butterfly
Or Opportunity -- Her Lord away?

The lady with the Amulet… [ Read More ]

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Further in Summer than the Birds by Emily Dickinson
Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive Mass.

No Ordinance be seen
So gradual the Grace
A pensive Custom it becomes
Enlarging Loneliness.

Antiquest felt at Noon
When August bur… [ Read More ]

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It ceased to hurt me, though so slow by Emily Dickinson
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
I could not feel the Anguish go --
But only knew by looking back --
That something -- had benumbed the Track --

Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it, every day,
As constant as the Childish frock --
I… [ Read More ]

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The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for by Emily Dickinson
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude --
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
And stood amazed before the Change
In ravished Holiness -- [ Read More ]

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The going from a world we know by Emily Dickinson
The going from a world we know
To one a wonder still
Is like the child's adversity
Whose vista is a hill,
Behind the hill is sorcery
And everything unknown,
But will the secret compensate
For climbing it alone? [ Read More ]

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He gave away his Life -- by Emily Dickinson
He gave away his Life --
To Us -- Gigantic Sum --
A trifle -- in his own esteem --
But magnified -- by Fame --

Until it burst the Hearts
That fancied they could hold --
When swift it slipped its limit --
And on the Heavens -- unrolled --

'T… [ Read More ]

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How ruthless are the gentle -- by Emily Dickinson
How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind -- [ Read More ]

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I had some things that I called mine by Emily Dickinson
I had some things that I called mine --
And God, that he called his,
Till, recently a rival Claim
Disturbed these amities.

The property, my garden,
Which having sown with care,
He claims the pretty acre,
And sends a Bailiff there.

The stati… [ Read More ]

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Sunset that screens, reveals -- by Emily Dickinson
Sunset that screens, reveals --
Enhancing what we see
By menaces of Amethyst
And Moats of Mystery. [ Read More ]

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The Service without Hope -- by Emily Dickinson
The Service without Hope --
Is tenderest, I think --
Because 'tis unsustained
By stint -- Rewarded Work --

Has impetus of Gain --
And impetus of Goal --
There is no Diligence like that
That knows not an Until -- [ Read More ]

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Many a phrase has the English language by Emily Dickinson
Many a phrase has the English language --
I have heard but one --
Low as the laughter of the Cricket,
Loud, as the Thunder's Tongue --

Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs,
When the Tide's a' lull --
Saying itself in new inflection --
Like a Whippoorwil… [ Read More ]

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On a Columnar Self -- by Emily Dickinson
On a Columnar Self --
How ample to rely
In Tumult -- or Extremity --
How good the Certainty

That Lever cannot pry --
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction -- That Granitic Base --
Though None be on our Side --

Suffice Us -- for a Crowd --
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Tis my first night beneath the Sun by Emily Dickinson
'Tis my first night beneath the Sun
If I should spend it here --
Above him is too low a height
For his Barometer
Who Airs of expectation breathes
And takes the Wind at prime --
But Distance his Delights confides
To those who visit him -- [ Read More ]

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Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- by Emily Dickinson
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it --
I was used -- to the Birds -- before --
This -- was different -- 'Twas Translation --
Of all tunes I knew -- and more --

'Twasn't contained -- like other stanza --
No one could play it -- the second time --
B… [ Read More ]

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Falsehood of Thee could I suppose by Emily Dickinson
Falsehood of Thee could I suppose
'Twould undermine the Sill
To which my Faith pinned Block by Block
Her Cedar Citadel. [ Read More ]

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Guest am I to have by Emily Dickinson
Guest am I to have
Light my northern room
Why to cordiality so averse to come
Other friends adjourn
Other bonds decay
Why avoid so narrowly
My fidelity -- [ Read More ]

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I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes by Emily Dickinson
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
In a Cathedral Aisle,
And understood no word it said --
Yet held my breath, the while --

And risen up -- and gone away,
A more Berdardine Girl --
Yet -- know not what was done to me
In that old Chapel Aisle. [ Read More ]

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Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? by Emily Dickinson
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
"A Soul has gone to Heaven"
I'm answered in a lonesome tone --
Is Heaven then a Prison?

That Bells should ring till all should know
A Soul had gone to Heaven
Would seem to me the more the way
A Good News should be given. [ Read More ]

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This docile one inter by Emily Dickinson
This docile one inter
While we who dare to live
Arraign the sunny brevity
That sparkled to the Grave.

On her departing span
No wilderness remain
As dauntless in the House of Death
As if it were her own -- [ Read More ]

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