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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Definition of Poetry

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it.

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Altre opere di Emily Dickinson...
Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread

104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
Conjecturing a Climate

562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
The Province of the Saved

539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
It Might Be Lonelier

405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
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The Sky Is Low, the Clouds Are Mean,

The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
Glee—The great storm is over—

619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
Of Tribulation, These Are They

325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
As Children Bid the Guest “Good Night”

133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
 1
She Rose to His Requirement

732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
Life XXIX.

XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
A Lady red—amid the Hill

74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
Beauty—be not caused—It Is—

516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
The Tint I Cannot Take—is Best

627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
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Triumph—may be of several kinds—

455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
The Test of Love—is Death—

573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—



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