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    Poems by Emily Dickinson
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    Poems by Emily Dickinson

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    The intellectual activity of Emily Dickinson was so great that a large and characteristic choice is still possible among her literary material, and this third volume of her verses is put forth in response to the repeated wish of the admirers of her peculiar genius. Much of Emily Dickinson’s prose was rhythmic, —even rhymed, though frequently not set apart in lines.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherInteractive Media
    Release dateMay 15, 2016
    ISBN9781911429241
    Poems by Emily Dickinson
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    Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson was an American poet. She was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, into a prominent family with strong ties to its community.

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      Poems by Emily Dickinson - Emily Dickinson

      dwell.

      PREFACE.

      The intellectual activity of Emily Dickinson was so great that a large and characteristic choice is still possible among her literary material, and this third volume of her verses is put forth in response to the repeated wish of the admirers of her peculiar genius. Much of Emily Dickinson’s prose was rhythmic, —even rhymed, though frequently not set apart in lines.

      Also many verses, written as such, were sent to friends in letters; these were published in 1894, in the volumes of her Letters. It has not been necessary, however, to include them in this Series, and all have been omitted, except three or four exceptionally strong ones, as A Book, and With Flowers.

      There is internal evidence that many of the poems were simply spontaneous flashes of insight, apparently unrelated to outward circumstance. Others, however, had an obvious personal origin; for example, the verses I had a Guinea golden, which seem to have been sent to some friend travelling in Europe, as a dainty reminder of letter-writing delinquencies. The surroundings in which any of Emily Dickinson’s verses are known to have been written usually serve to explain them clearly; but in general the present volume is full of thoughts needing no interpretation to those who apprehend this scintillating spirit.

      M. L. T.

      AMHERST, October, 1896.

      PART I. LIFE.

      I.

      REAL RICHES.

      ‘T is little I could care for pearls

      Who own the ample sea;

      Or brooches, when the Emperor

      With rubies pelteth me;

      Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines;

      Or diamonds, when I see

      A diadem to fit a dome

      Continual crowning me.

      II.

      SUPERIORITY TO FATE.

      Superiority to fate

      Is difficult to learn.

      ‘T is not conferred by any,

      But possible to earn

      A pittance at a time,

      Until, to her surprise,

      The soul with strict economy

      Subsists till Paradise.

      III.

      HOPE.

      Hope is a subtle glutton;

      He feeds upon the fair;

      And yet, inspected closely,

      What abstinence is there!

      His is the halcyon table

      That never seats but one,

      And whatsoever is consumed

      The same amounts remain.

      IV.

      FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

      I.

      Forbidden fruit a flavor has

      That lawful orchards mocks;

      How luscious lies the pea within

      The pod that Duty locks!

      V.

      FORBIDDEN FRUIT.

      II.

      Heaven is what I cannot reach!

      The apple on the tree,

      Provided it do hopeless hang,

      That ‘heaven’ is, to me.

      The color on the cruising cloud,

      The interdicted ground

      Behind the hill, the house behind, —

      There Paradise is found!

      VI.

      A WORD.

      A word is dead

      When it is said,

      Some say.

      I say it just

      Begins to live

      That day.

      VII.

      To venerate the simple days

      Which lead the seasons by,

      Needs but to remember

      That from you or me

      They may take the trifle

      Termed mortality!

      To invest existence with a stately air,

      Needs but to remember

      That the acorn there

      Is the egg of forests

      For the upper air!

      VIII.

      LIFE’S

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