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Initially a vivacious, outgoing person, Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) progressively withdrew into a reclusive existence. An undiscovered genius during her lifetime, only seven out of her total of 1,775 poems were published prior to her death. She had an immense breadth of vision and a passionate intensity and awe for life, love, nature, time and eternity. Originally branded ...more
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Published September 5th 1994 by Wordsworth Editions (first published 1890)
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Because I could not stop for Cops
They kindly Stopped for Me
The Roadblocks covered all three lanes
Perfect Symmetry


A narrow Fellow - in the grass
With one eyed – snake – and smile
You may have met him – did you not
The local – paedo – phile


I heard a Boy-Band - when I died
The Radio - was on
And rushing so - to switch it Off
And catching - my left Thumb

And dancing round in - Painful Jig
And - tripping on a clod
Such - Banal invitation - to
The Vestibule of God


Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in
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!

She described my needs with beauty and accuracy. That is all I need. A book. And coffee. And maybe something to eat. But mostly a book.

Last weekend (weekends; the only time I can read like a maniac and write some things), I put on hold all my currently-reading books and dedicated mys
“To be a Flower, is profound Responsibility—“ (#1058 )

I went to Amherst, Massachusetts, in search of a prophetess. I found a poet of close observation, of quiet, and of solitude. I gravitate towards cheerful Walt Whitman because I celebrate his optimism, enthusiasm, loud exuberance, and sacrificial service to others. In Emily, I found his temperamental opposite.

So Whitman is my poetic prophet of the gregarious macro; Emily is my prophet of the shy micro. Together they are the two lungs of Ameri
My first reading of Emily Dickinson is not actually in this collection selected by Ted Hughes. They were love poems called Wild Nights! Wild Nights! and I cannot live with you. I knew then that this poet is going to be one of my favorites. The imagery she paints is just too unique and original that reading them over and over again can produce different meanings for the reader.

In this collection, Ted Hughes, also a notable poet, not least because he was married to Sylvia Plath, selected 40-plus
My first reading of Dickinson's poetry and I LOVED them. This collection includes over 100 of her poetry obviously the best. At first glance the book and poems seemed so simple and easy to read so I picked it up to read in my spare time (if I ever get any) but it ended up stealing the time I wanted to spend on other books. There is a rich suggestiveness in her poems which generates a range of meanings, and they make you stop and think because every poem seems has more than one meaning.

I see the
This is a good selection of poems, but the big drawback is that Dickinson's unusual punctuation has been smoothed out and most of her characteristic dashes have been removed.
Patrick Gibson
Don't laugh; she is a wonderful poet.

"Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew,
Tell me how far the morning leaps—
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string
Sara Bakker
Just to confirm her saying:
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
It is all breath taking, It is so deep , taking you worlds, giving you so many feelings to experience , so many words to be decoded into real feelings ...
It is just WOW !
Water, is taught by thirst.

Land - by the Oceans passed.

Transport - by throe -

Peace - by it's battles told -

Love, by Memorial Mold -

Birds, by the Snow.
Poesias difíceis de ser interpretadas e é escassa informação existente sobre a sua vida. Tenta-se construir várias imagens possíveis da poeta, influenciadas por mitos que, ora se complementam, ora se contrapõem.

Dickinson não chegou a publicar os seus versos, por não se submeter aos rígidos padrões de discrição e singeleza que se esperava então de uma mulher. Ao arrumar o quarto de Emily depois que ela morreu, a sua irmã Lavinia encontrou uma gaveta cheia de papéis em desordem. Eram cadernos e fo
This was by far the strangest book I've ever read. In it was basically hundreds of poems on some of the most diverse subjects I have ever encountered. All of them fall under the standards of what I have read and been taught about Emily Dickinson. Out of the entire collection I think my favourite poem was hope.

I really enjoyed reading this book. Not necessarily because I enjoyed every piece of poetry, but because each poem was special. Be it sad or happy they all meant something.

I would not rec
I've started reading this book because of Torchwood. It was a specific episode in which they mentioned Emily Dickinson's poems. Usually this kind of things makes me read books I'd usually ignore ( same thing happening with The Collector and Criminal Minds ). Even if in the beginning I was reluctant, those poems made me better understand Emily Dickinson and even the episode from Torchwood and why did they choose her poems.

In the end I can say that those poems are really nice. I must add that she
There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man.
It hurls its barbed syllables, -
At once is mute again.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted brother
Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun,
Wherever roams the day,
There is its noiseless onset,
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot"!


On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this late morn the sun;
The clouds, like listle
Aya Ammar

There has been some really great poems here.

+ + + + + + + + + + +

Why did you cast me out of heaven?
Did I sing too loud?!

+ + + + + + + + + + +

Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides
Dickinson always wrote her poems in eccentric way and on her own imaginative originality, use metaphors in her poems with a large of vocabularies to describe love, life, and nature. Some of her poems tried to examine the mysteries of life and death.
I try. I really, really try. I just don't seem to understand poetry. I'm sure this is a 5 star book, but I don't want to ever read it again.
she is my favorite poet. if you enjoy poetry this is a fantastic book. it inspires me
Hoda mohamadi
i am nobody who r u?
r u nobody too?
then there is a pair of us....
She locked herself away for her craft. I love to read her words.
Guitar Chick
Not many poets beat Emily. Recommended for all.
Jun 21, 2011 Arielle rated it 5 of 5 stars  ·  review of another edition
Recommends it for: Those who like poetry
This book is a book full of poems written by Emily. Her poems are sooo good; it speaks on love, love going away, betrayal, friendship, nature, hurt and soooo much more. This book was published after Emily's death. Her neice had found the pages and felt it was soooo good that it should be turned into another book and of course she had help with the oublishing and the editing of the book. One of my fav poems she did was "Hope-is the thing with feathers"(page 19).

Hope is the thing with feathers
I enjoy poetry, but have not really read much since I was in high school. So I decided this would be a good classic book of poetry to start with. Here are some of my favorite parts...
"Hope" (first verse)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
"Two Voyagers" (first verse)
Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam
"A Book"
There is no frigate
Several years ago, I was introduced to Emily Dickinson’s poem about the clover and the bee. Oh, you know which one I’m talking about –

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, -
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

Well, I decided that was dumb. I mean, here she started out by saying what you need and the she ends by saying that you don’t need it after all. Don’t YOU think that’s dumb?

So, with all of my thirteen year old wisdom, I consigned Emily Dic
Wontae You
This time I want to interpret the peoms becuase I have never Interpreted the peoms in ELI classes. I haard that UTA litureture class does peom interpreting and anlalzing, so I want to try it.


A clock stopped not the matel's;
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the purppet bowing
That just now dangled still.

Aawe came on the trinket!
The figures hunched with pain,
into degreeless nonn.

I will not stir for doctors,
This pendulum of snow;
The shopman imrotunes it,
While cool, concernless No

Nods form the gi
I bought a small collection of the Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson from a book order when I was in high school. During April, I reread this collection to celebrate Emily Dickinson month in the Victorian Challenge. I enjoyed the preface, which gave a brief account of Dickinson, her life, and what is known of her writing the poems.
I loved reading the poems themselves. They are short poems, but yet Dickinson captured the essence of wonder about death, love, and life. I don’t know best how to desc
Syringa Smyrna
« I never hear the word « escape »
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude. »

« Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all, »

« There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes. »

« When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath ;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death. »

« Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vani
Vika Ivanova
Now I can't remember when I heard the name of Emily Dickinson for the first time. But nevertheless, I can describe with accuracy all my feelings, that appeared after reading her poetry. You can find fabulous deepness and great understanding of the surrounding world. And at the same time we discover Emily as a very sensitive, fragile and sensuous woman. Her philosophy of life ans love is intriguing and mind bending - every word is penetrated with it.
I often reread poems of Emily Dickinson. For ex
sahar salman
IF recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not;
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot!
And if to miss were merry,
And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered these to-day!

My first reading of Emily Dickinson. This verses was in a letter to Samuel Bowles.
She tells him that she miss him a lot, and how sad she is without him. There are
really great poems here, and I know now that Emily will be one of my favorite poets.
“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 chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

This is the only one i really, really liked from the whole selection of her works.
I'm disappointed and probably won't read anything else f
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Emily Dickinson was an American poet who, despite the fact that less than a dozen of her nearly eighteen hundred poems were published during her lifetime, is widely considered one of the most original and influential poets of the 19th century.

Dickinson was born to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Aca
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“She died--this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.”
“Anger as soon as fed is dead-
'Tis starving makes it fat. ”
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