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Selected Poems (Dover Thrift Editions)by Emily Dickinson
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Over 100 best-known, best-loved poems by one of America's foremost poets, reprinted from authoritative early editions. "The Snake," "Hope," "The Chariot," many more, display unflinching honesty, psychological penetration, and technical adventurousness that have delighted and impressed generations of poetry lovers. Includes 3 selections from the Common Core State Standards Initiative.
This collection includes more than 400 enthralling poems published between Emily Dickinson's death and 1900. With a new introduction (TK) and a critical afterword by Conrad Aiken, the poet largely responsible for establishing Dickinson's reputation.
Over 100 best-known, best-loved poems by one of America’s foremost poets, reprinted from authoritative early editions. "The Snake," "Hope," "The Chariot," many more, display unflinching honesty, psychological penetration, technical adventurousness that have delighted and impressed generations
Over 100 best-known, best-loved poems by one of America's foremost poets, reprinted from authoritative early editions. No comparable edition at this price. Includes 3 selections from the Common Core State Standards Initiative.
This book contains selected poems written by Emily Dickinson.
Table of Contents
A bird came down the walk
A clock stopped?not the mantel's
A door just opened on a street?
A drop fell on the apple tree
After a hundred years
A light exists in spring
A little road not made of man
"A long, long sleep, a famous sleep"
Ample make this bed
A narrow fellow in the grass
An everywhere of silver
A shady friend for torrid days
A thought went up my mind to-day
Because I could not stop for Death
Before you thought of spring
Death sets a thing significant
Delight becomes pictorial
Departed to the judgment
Each life converges to some centre
For each ecstatic instant
God gave a loaf to every bird
God made a little gentian
God permits industrious angels
"Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him?"
Good night! which put the candle out?
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
He fumbles at your spirit
Her final summer was it
Hope is the thing with feathers
I breathed enough to learn the trick
I cannot live with you
"I died for beauty, but was scarce"
I dreaded that first robin so
I felt a cleaving in my mind
I felt a funeral in my brain
If I can stop one heart from breaking
I found the phrase to every thought
If you were coming in the fall
I had been hungry all the years
"I had no time to hate, because"
I heard a fly buzz when I died
I held a jewel in my fingers
I know a place where summer strives
I like to see it lap the miles
I lived on dread: to those who know
"I'll tell you how the sun rose,?"
I meant to find her when I came
I measure every grief I meet
I'm nobody! Who are you?
"I never hear the word "escape"
I never saw a moor
I stepped from plank to plank
I taste a liquor never brewed
It dropped so low in my regard
It is an honorable thought
It's all I have to bring to-day
"It's like the light,?"
It struck me everyday
"It was not death, for I stood up"
"I went to heaven,?"
I years had been from home
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
Me! Come! My dazzled face
My life closed twice before it close
My nosegays are for captives
Nature rarer uses yellow
"Nature, the gentlest mother"
Not in this world to see his face
Of all the souls that stand create
One need not be a chamber to be haunted
Our journey had advanced
Pain has an element of blank
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Safe in their alabaster chambers
"She rose to his requirement, dropped"
She sweeps with many-colored brooms
So bashful when I spied her
So proud she was to die
The brain within its groove
The bustle in a house
The cricket sang
"The day came so slow, till five o'clock"
"The dying need but little, dear,?"
The heart asks pleasure first
"The nearest dream recedes, unrealized"
The only ghost I ever saw
The pedigree of honey
There is no frigate like a book
There's a certain slant of light
There's been a death in the opposite house
The show is not the show
"The sky is low, the clouds are mean"
The thought beneath so slight a film
The wind begun to rock the grass
The wind tapped like a tired man
"They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars"
They say that 'time assuages'?
This is my letter to the world
This is the land the sunset washes
"Tie the strings to my life, my Lord"
To my quick ear the leaves conferred
T was just this time last year I died
Two butterflies went out at noon
Victory comes late
"We like March, his shoes are purple"
We outgrow love like other things
We play at paste
Wild nights! Wild nights!
"You left me, sweet, two legacies,?"
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